Rip Van Winkle - Billy May, Ella Mae Morse

Seven thousand three hundred days

Is a long long time to sleep

But

Rip Van Winkle

Slept for twenty long years then he woke one day

Rift red hair had turned to grey

Rip Van Winkle

Hurried back into town but to his dismay

Rip’s hometown had start to flay

He found to his surprise a thing called swing was king

And he liked it

He opened up his eyes

And drip Rip got hip

Rip Van Winkle

Sprinkled speddled away and shared his bid

Rip’s the rain since he reappeared

And if you want to swing and jive

At the age of ninety-five

Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle

He found to his surprise a thing called swing was king

And he liked it

He opened up his eyes

And drip Rip got hip

Rip rip Van Winkle

Sprinkled speddled away and he shared his bid

Rip’s the rain since he reappeared

So if you want to swing and jive

At the age of ninety-five

Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip van Winkle

Oh be a drip

Get hip, take a tip

From Rip Van Winkle