Lyrics
[Intro]
[clap on count]
[Slapping upright bass] [Driving rhythm guitar]
[Drums pound out a steady beat with a snare rim shot]
(Verse 1)
[Singer, with a playful swagger]
Nickel in my pocket, got my dancing shoes on tight
Headed down to the diner, gonna shake it all night
Jukebox hummin', got Elvis on the scene
Gonna spin and twirl, 'til the milkshake machine runs clean
(Chorus)
[guitar solo]
[Powerful vocals and a soaring melody]
Jukebox jitterbug, shake it 'til you sweat
Let the rhythm take control, ain't no time for regret
Double bass thumpin', guitar screamin' loud
Rockabilly fever, movin' through the crowd
(Verse 2)
[Singer, with a touch of flirtation]
Saw a pretty lady, across the checkered floor
Hair in a beehive, eyes sparklin' like the door
Gonna strut my stuff, show her what I'm made of
Maybe by the end of the night, she'll call me her rockabilly bluff
(Chorus)
[Powerful vocals and a soaring melody]
Jukebox jitterbug, shake it 'til you sweat
Let the rhythm take control, ain't no time for regret
Double bass thumpin', guitar screamin' loud
Rockabilly fever, movin' through the crowd
[guitar solo]
(verse 3)
[Guitar solo, with plenty of slapback echo and fast picking]
Fingers flyin' on the fretboard, notes dancin' in the air
This ain't no slow waltz, this is rockabilly flair
Let the music take you places, your worries disappear
Just pure joy and rhythm, ringin' in your ear
(Chorus)
[Powerful vocals and a soaring melody with added intensity]
Jukebox jitterbug, shake it 'til you sweat
Let the rhythm take control, ain't no time for regret
Double bass thumpin', guitar screamin' loud
Rockabilly fever, movin' through the crowd
(Outro)
[The band fades out one by one, ending with the slapping bass and a final rim shot]
[Crowd cheers and claps]
