"Jukebox Saturday Night" in a wonderful soundie version:
I especially love Ralph Brewster's parody of the Inkspots.
The name of the girl singer was Harriet Clark.
Words by Albert Stillman, music by Paul McGrane.
Moppin' up sodapop rickeys
To our heart's delight,
Dancin' to swingeroo quickies:
Jukebox Saturday night.
Goodman and Kyser and Miller
Help to make things bright,
Mixin' hot licks with vanilla
Jukebox Saturday night.
They put nothin' past us,
Me and honey lamb
Making one Coke last us
Till it's time to scram
Money we really don't need bad,
We make out alright,
Lettin' the other guy feed that,
Jukebox Saturday night.
After sippin' a soda we got a scheme,
Somebody else plays the record machine.
It's so easy to say pet names
When you listen to the trumpet of Harry James...
We love to hear that tenor croon
Whenever the Ink Spots sing a tune...
("The Ink Spots"):
If I didn't know why the roses grow
Then I wouldn't know why the roses grow...
(Spoken) Now listen, honey child,
If I didn't know all them little things I'm supposed to know
Then I sure would be a SAD man
If I didn't know...
Money we really don't need it,
We make out alright
Lettin' the other guy feed that
Jukebox Saturday night!