I want a zoot suit with a reet pleat
And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal


You want a reef sleeve with a right stripe
And a rare square, so the gals will stare

When they see you struttin' with your Sunday pal
(That's me)


You wanta look keen so your dream will say
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream, "Here comes my walkin' rainbow"


So make a zoot suit with a reet pleat
And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff

To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal

Now, what you want, baby?


I want a brown gown with a zop top
And a hip slip, and a laced waist

In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
(In his zoot suit)


A scat hat and a zag bag
And a slick kiss, so the other chicks
Will be jealous when I'm with my Sunday fan


I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Ain't I the lucky fellah"

So keen that he'll scream, "Baby's in Technicolor"

So make a reet pleat with a drape shape

And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough
To see my Sunday, Sunday gal