Zip Gun Bop Lyrics

Zip Gun Bop lyrics

(Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols)
Arranged by Mando Dorame and Eddie
Nichols


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