[Verse] Tuning in the radio, a crackle fills the air, Scat man's on the frequency, without a worldly care, His voice a playful melody, in bebop's grand domain, Scat, doo-wop, and bee-bop, driving us insane. [Verse 2] Hear that radio whistle, through the static's maze, Feet begin to shuffle, caught in a scatman's blaze, Every twist and syllable, a dance on every note, His scatting lifts our spirits, sets our joy afloat. [Chorus] Scat man, scat man, spinning on the dial, With every zip and zap, he makes the weary smile, Do-do-doo and bop-a-doo, he's cracking up the night, Scat man, scat man, make us all take flight! [Verse 3] From a concert hall to living room, his rhythm hits the groove, Radio waves keep swaying, in a joyous unapproved, His tongue twists like a bebop sax, each note a playful trick, Scat man, oh scat man, you’ve got that scatting licked. [Bridge] The airwaves are alive tonight, with scat so bold and bright, With scat solos that twist and turn, in syrupy delight, Radio crackles, scat man scats, through the midnight chime, In every bop-bididibop, we lose a little time. [Verse 4] His scatting tells a story, with no need for words, A playful, syncopated tale, like the song of morning birds, Just dial up that frequency, let the music take control, Scat man's voice is magic, serenading every soul.
