Seven thousand three hundred days
Is a long long time to sleep
But
Rip Van Winkle
Slept for twenty long years then he woke one day
Rift red hair had turned to grey
Rip Van Winkle
Hurried back into town but to his dismay
Rip's hometown had start to flay
He found to his surprise a thing called swing was king
And he liked it
He opened up his eyes
And drip Rip got hip
Rip Van Winkle
Sprinkled speddled away and shared his bid
Rip's the rain since he reappeared
And if you want to swing and jive
At the age of ninetyfive
Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle
He found to his surprise a thing called swing was king
And he liked it
He opened up his eyes
And drip Rip got hip
Rip rip Van Winkle
Sprinkled speddled away and he shared his bid
Rip's the rain since he reappeared
So if you want to swing and jive
At the age of ninetyfive
Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip van Winkle
Oh be a drip
Get hip take a tip
From Rip Van Winkle
