Children, here's a story of a new kind of boogie man,
And he doesn't scare you with an eerie scream,
He's a leader of a solid ghost boogie-woogie band,
And he makes them play on the beam.
Every night when you're asleep, he starts with a rolling bass,
And it's sure to put a nightmare in your dream.
When he gets 'em in the groove, they all start to rock the place,
'Cause he makes them play on the beam.
No one knows who he is; anybody could be him,
Folks who peek take a peek, and they claim they don't see him!
So if you hear a piano and there's nobody playing it
And it's playing boogie like nobody can,
And it hits a rhythm and your feet start obeying it,
Look out! It's the boogie-woogie man!
There's a tune that he plays; it's a tune that he made up,
And the ghost union card that he carries is paid up.
He's really from another world; he's out of this hemisphere.
He's been sought by [Pilot Vance?] and Charley Chan,
If it's boogie-woogie music, he's likely to appear;
Look out! It's the boogie-woogie man!
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