A Zoot Suit (For My Sunday Gal)

I want a zoot suit with the reet pleat With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal I want a reef sleeve with the right stripe And the dressed best, and the glad you glad And the ladies are bad, to see my lit Sunday gown I wanta look keen so my dream will say "You don't look like the same beau" So keen that she'll scream "Here comes the walkin' rainbow" Sweet to make a zoot suit with the reet pleat With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal I want a brown gown with the zop top With the hip slip, and the laced waist In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man I want a scat hat with trim brim And a zag back with the rimmed zip To look plenty hip to see my Sunday Sam I wanta look keen so my dream will say "Here lies a lucky feller" So keen that he'll scream "Baby's in Technicolor" I want a brown gown, zop top With the hip slip, laced waist In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man Hip man, dream dress