There’s a bug band
that plays in bug land
plays every night of the week
with bugs playing horns and drums and jugs
in a little bug joint in Chesapeake
they play a style
all that moonlit mile
is filled so every bug will stop
to take a listen to that smooth smooth sound
they call the big bug bop
one night at ten
the bugs were playing again
wand they hit an old vaudeville tune
well it seems some bugs it sort of took them back
to a bad trip to the moon
and he jumped up shouting
and there’s no doubting
he might have raised an awful mess
but the band just revved up that
big bug bop
and pretty soon the kid couldn’t care less
what
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