Ella Mae Morse — Rip Van Winkle

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 [Instrumental Break] 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