Zip Gun Bop

Well there's this dance, you ought to know

It's a little somethin' I made up cats

To keep your heads low

See there are lots of sore gangsters

Packin' iron all day

So you learn my two steps stay out of their way

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Well there's flat-foot Louie

Sittin' on his front stoop

He caught five rounds in the belly

He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup

Now you take that cat Mugs

He got iced the other day

He could have saved his mama

The dry cleanin' bill my way

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops

Zip gun, zip gun bop

So now you can see

Zip gun bop was meant to be

Lots of lead flyin'

Lots of lonely gals cryin'

But you can hear them cats shootin'

They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat

So you learn my two step Jack

Or that's that

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Hey hey

Zip gun, zip gun bop

Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops

Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop