[Intro – Spoken / Band Leader] (Ladies and gentlemen, cats and kittens… the numbers are rollin’, the brass is blowin’, and the rhythm section says — it’s time to calculate!) Count it off… two-three, skidoo! Verse 1 Well I woke up swingin’ in a brand-new groove, Feelin’ kinda “6-7,” didn’t know what to prove. Halfway cool, halfway late, So I said, “Forget the maybe — 86 that 68!” Trumpets pop, bass goes boom, Got a jitterbug heart and a rockabilly tune. Behind the eight-ball? Not my fate — I just wink and 86 that 68! Chorus (Earworm Hook) 🎶 (Hey!) We 86 that 68! (Whoo!) No time for maybe, don’t hesitate! (Yeah!) Feelin’ “6-7” but I’m swingin’ great— Come on and 86 that 68! (Skidoo, yeah!) 🎶 (Audience clap, repeat once — horns echo the “6-7” beat) Verse 2 Now I rolled a 4-11-44, Luck came knockin’ on that speakeasy door. Barkeep smiles, says, “Ain’t that fate?” I grin and 86 that 68! We’re dealin’ in rhythm, not in doubt, When the groove gets mean, you can turn it out. If life feels “6-7,” baby, recalibrate — Just 86 that 68! Chorus (Call & Response – Live Energy) 🎶 (Hey!) We 86 that 68! (C’mon now!) From cool to crazy, we modulate! (Oh yeah!) Feelin’ “6-7”? Well, don’t you wait— Everybody 86 that 68! (Skidoo, yeah!) 🎶 Bridge (Crowd Breakdown) Bandleader: “How you feelin’, folks?” Crowd: “6-7!” Bandleader: “That’s alright — we can fix that!” Crowd: [claps to rhythm] Bandleader: “Now count it off with me…” Two-three! Crowd: “Skidoo!” Eight-six! Crowd: “That’s a twist we knew!” Six-eight! Crowd: “Bring it back, mate!” Bandleader: “Let’s shake off that maybe state!” Crowd: “86 that 68!” Final Chorus (Big Band Blowout) 🎶 (Hey!) We 86 that 68! (Yeah!) Shake off the “6-7,” let it dissipate! (Ooo-oh!) From behind the eight-ball to swingin’ fate— Everybody 86 that 68! (One more time!) (Hey!) We 86 that 68! (Skidoo!) The rhythm’s hot and the crowd feels great! Feelin’ “6-7”? Don’t you wait— Forever 86 that 68! (Skidoo, yeah!) 🎶 Outro (Spoken / with horns fading) (So next time you’re sittin’ on a “maybe,” don’t let it linger too late — snap your fingers, swing your fate… and just 86 that 68.)
