The Offbeat Of Avenues Lyrics by Manhattan Transfer

The Offbeat Of Avenues Lyrics

    Big blues in the city, trailin' the
    Main stroll (a kitty)
    Cup o' joe, get witty. at deuce's
    Cafe, it's the mostest hideaway

    Mez muggles "flip zooty flim
    Plant you now solid,
    Dig you later slim"
    First you crawl then you walk,
    Scat then you talk
    Hear the cool, feel the heat of the
    Rhythm of the offbeat of avenues

    Help me, he blew his wig
    (lay it on)
    He plays gutbucket doghouse dig
    (chick is hot)
    For the hide-beater on the stand
    (really gone)
    Hear that gabriel's growl
    Break it up, beat it out

    This canary has got a frame
    (she can chirp)
    And some high-jiver
    Knows her name
    (digs his vine)
    Cats all friskin' their
    Whiskers...ow
    (jam is on pops)
    I collar all jive, give me five
    (now you dig, alive)
    So i know you're alive
    In the dim you've arrived

    Cruel lips, whisper baby
    Pulse of the neon, she's crazy
    Smokin' eyes, get hazy
    Like beauty to beast,
    "you're the most to say the least"

    (do you have any) monk,
    Cozy, red, yank, or prez?
    Let's cut some rug gate these skins
    Are a mess
    First you crawl then you walk,
    Scat then you talk
    It's nirvana, it's attitude
    Rhythm of the offbeat of avenues

    Help me, he blew his wig
    (lay it on)
    He plays gutbucket doghouse dig
    (chick is hot)
    For the hide-beater on the stand
    (really gone)
    Hear that gabriel's growl
    Break it up, beat it out

    This canary has got a frame
    (she can chirp)
    And some high-jiver
    Knows her name
    (digs his vine)
    Cats all friskin' their
    Whiskers...ow
    (jam is on pops)
    I collar all jive, give me five
    (now you dig, alive)
    So i know you're alive

    (bouyoot
    Two finger-like lickin'...
    This cat, is hot friskin'...
    The jam is on now)

    First you crawl then you walk
    (man she's a blip)
    Scat then you talk
    (ofay plays hip)
    Comp...
    Rest...
    Rhythm of the off beat...

    (wacky interlude)

    Help me, he blew his wig
    (lay it on)
    He plays gutbucket doghouse dig
    (chick is hot)
    For the hide-beater on the stand
    (really gone)
    Hear that gabriel's growl
    Break it up, beat it out

    This canary has got a frame
    (she can chirp)
    And some high-jiver
    Knows her name
    (digs his vine)
    Cats all friskin' their
    Whiskers...ow
    (jam is on pops)
    I collar all jive, give me five
    (now you dig, alive)
    So i know you're alive

    (repeat and fade)

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