Now, zaz-zuh-zaz was handed down From a bloke down in Chinatown It seems his name was Smoky Joe And he used to hi-de-hi-de-ho
With her zaz-zaz-zuh-zay Zaz-zuh-zee-zuh-zoh Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay Zaz-zuh-zoh
Now when Smoky Joe came into town And he kicked the gong around Any place that he would go Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go
With her zaz-zaz-zuh-zay Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay Zaz-zuh-zee-zaz-zuh-zee-zaz-zuh-zee-zay Zaz-zuh-zoh
It makes no difference where you go But there's one thing that they sure do know: There's no need for them to be blue For the zaz-suh-zaz will always see them through!
With her zaz-zaz-zuh-zay Zaz-zuh-zoh Zaz-zuh-zee-zaz-zuh-zee-zaz-zuh-zee-zay Zaz-zuh-zoh
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