We dust off an old present from Babs Gonsalves:
BE-BOP SANTA CLAUS
| ‘Twas the black before Christmas And all through the dorm The scene was deserted There they sat, hung, in their big easy chair Sis and Little Junior lie snoozing in bed, Moms jumped up and said, “Pops, let’s quit it to bed Then out on the stoop, oo-wee! Such a clatter His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back Stashed in front was a cat, cool as any His ground pads was suede shoes He wore a red-on-red shirt and a white mink tie Old Pop’s peepers grew large, round and white The cat leaped from his short and laid down his sack Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene and before he was straight |
A bag of jive he had on his back
As he stood digging Pops, who was blowing his stack
His eyeballs were hid by some coal-black shades
When Pops dug this action, he knew this cat was made
A king-sized cigarette hung from his chops
As he eased up close and sounded on Pops
“I’m the Be-Bop Santa from the cool North Pole
And I’ve been down since the days of old
I’m known all over from here to eternity
And a stud’s mighty square if he don’t dig me!
So cast thy peepers into my righteous bag and see
What insane object I shall lay on thee
Here’s a record by Diz, cut when he was two
A real boss arrangement of ‘Ool-Ya-Koo.’
For Moms, a mink outfit; Chanel No.5
And for you, little kiddies, my new book on jive”
“So that’s it, Pops!”, Santa did shout
Then he buttoned his cashmere and quickly cut out
Poor Pops was wiggin’ and he was out of his head
To dig this wild character who wore all red
He ran to the table to cop him a drink
To quiet his nerves and to help him to think
Just then, from below, he heard a voice shout,
“Have a crazy, cool Christmas but don’t get knocked out!”
