The Joint Is Jumpin - Fats Waller

They have a new expression along old Harlem way

That tells you when a party is ten times more than gay

To say that things are jumpin' leaves not a single doubt

That everthing is in full swing when you hear someone shout

Here 'tis

The joint is jumpin'

It’s really jumpin'

Come in, cats, and check your hats

I mean this joint is jumpin'

The piano’s thumpin'

The dancers are bumpin'

This here spot is more than hot

In fact, the joint is jumpin'

Check your weapons at the door

Be sure to pay your quarter

Burn your leather on the floor

Grab anybody’s daughter

The roof is rockin'

The neighbors knockin'

We’re all bums when the wagon comes

I mean, this joint is jumpin'

Let it be!

Yas!

Burn this joint, boy, yas!

Oh, my, yas!

Don’t you hit that chick, that’s my broad

Where’d you get that stuff at?

Why, I’ll knock you to your knees, what?

Put this cat out of here, what?

Get rid of that pistol, get rid of that pistol

Yeah, get rid of it, yas, yeah

That’s what I’m talkin' about, ha, ha

Now it’s really ready

No, baby, not now, I can’t come over there right now

Yeah, let’s do it!

The joint is jumpin'

It’s really jumpin'

Every Mose is on his toes

I mean this joint is jumpin'

Uh, oh, no time for talkin'

This place is walkin', yes

Get your jug and cut the rug

I think the joint is jumpin'

Listen

Get your pig feet, bread and gin

There’s plenty in the kitchen

Who is that that just came in?

Just look at the way he’s switchin'

Aw, mercy, don’t mind the hour

I’m in power, I’ve got bail if we go to jail

I mean this joint is jumpin'

Don’t give your right name, no, no, no, no