Jive Songtext
von Rizzle Kicks

Hey!
Yeah, ole
Yeah, ole
What′s going on, sir?
What's going on, sir?
Yeah, ole
What′s going on, sir?
What's going on, sir?
What's going on, sir?

We′re no Victorians, we are part of a brand new age (Yeah, ole)
We live victorious
Oh honey, I′m feeling great (Na na na na)
See, the war's behind us (Na na na na)
We don′t want that shit (Na na na na)
So please don't remind us
Oh honey, I′m feeling rich
What you sayin' now?


Express your surrealism (Woof)
It works best if you feel different (Yeah)
We don′t jest, this is real living
And our livin' gone rid us of limits so bring it
They call these years crazy (Wow)
It's all love here lately (Dance)
I wanna dance with that flapper named Stacy
Her daddy might hate me, but we should make babies (It′s fun)

Do the Charleston (Break away)
She′s had people on her arms since she came to play
And we all wanna charm her with material ways
Are we lost? Should our generation take the blame?
It's just fun and we′re going to die when we're forty
Right now we′re driven wild by the talkies
Still unlikely to cause grief
Right on the fourth beat
Can you come and jive on the floor please?

We're no Victorians, we are part of a brand new age (Yeah, ole)
We live victorious
Oh honey, I′m feeling great (Na na na na)
See, the war's behind us (Na na na na)
We don't want that shit (Na na na na)
So please don′t remind us
Oh honey, I′m feeling rich
What you sayin' now?


Jive, jive, jive, ji-i-i-ive
Honey, honey
Jive, jive, jive, jive, jive, yeah
What you sayin′ man?
Put your dancing feet on
Come on, move with me
And we'll jive, jive, jive, ji-i-i-ive
(Yeah, ole)

Hell yes
We′re less rigid, with legs spinning
And well-dressed women
And get given
An opportunity to tell them that we don't give a Daffy Duck
Chilling in the jazzy club, yeah there′s a bag of us
And I ain't saying that we're finished when we wrap it up
And I ain′t feeling that we′re sinning with the magic dust
We're just keeping to the rhythm with some stamina
La la la la, ay

What′s going on, sir?
If you're trying to do the Waltz, that′s the wrong turn
And if you're looking for a chick, that′s the wrong bird
I've already seen her hips and I want her
Pronto, I go from NYC to midnight in Paris
There's nine years for this type of madness
Madness might lead to marriage
Which might lead to baby in a carriage
So maybe we could manage to jive

We′re no Victorians, we are part of a brand new age (Yeah, okay)
We live victorious
Oh honey, I′m feeling great (Na na na na)
See, the war's behind us (Na na na na)
We don′t want that shit (Na na na na)
So please don't remind us
Oh honey, I′m feeling rich
What you sayin' now?

Jive, jive, jive, ji-i-i-ive
Honey, honey
Jive, jive, jive, jive, jive, yeah
What you sayin′ man?
Put your dancing feet on
Come on, move with me
And we'll jive, jive, jive, ji-i-i-ive, yeah

Hey, hey, yeah!

Yeah, ole
Hey!