Boogie!
Well in my childhood I was greatly handicapped
My family stood around me wondering what I lacked
But what I hated most was be computerized
Their ugly faces seemed to make my stomach rise
Don’t you fret, don’t you fret
Don’t you fret, get a wireless set:
Reeling, rocking, swinging
Get the rage and get the craze
And turn a dial to get the wave and
Finally get the boogie!
I guess I told you I was greatly handicapped
My teacher said to me “Oh boy, you must be backed”
My daddy hoped that I was gonna be a star
But I just played in every shaggy, sleazy bar
I had my high times and my seven deadly sins
I played on pretty girls and played on mandolins
Now I’m a big star, I’m fulfilling all my plans
But never done anything to reach my boogie-land
Don’t you fret, don’t you fret
Don’t you fret, get a wireless set:
Reeling, rocking, swinging
Get the rage and get the craze
And turn a dial to get the wave and
Finally get the – boogie!
Well I’ve grown old and I fell like a big baboon
You know my old piano is totally out of tune
I got my money, I’m the leader of the band
But in the struggle, Lord, I lost my boogie-land
Don’t you fret, don’t you fret
Don’t you fret, get a wireless set:
Reeling, rocking, swinging
Get the rage and get the craze
And turn a dial to get the wave and
Finally get the boogie!
Boogie!
Boogie!
Ah the boogie!
Boogie-boogie-boogie!
(Ah the Tommy!)
Ah the boogie!