Mr. Bojangles-Sammy Davis Jr./Dean Martin

*Whistling* I knew a man, Bojangles, And he'd dance for you In worn out shoes, With silver hair, A ragged shirt, And baggy pants. He would do the old soft shoe. He could jump so high, Jump so high, And then he'd lightly touch down. I met him in a cell In new orleans, i was, Down and out. He looked to me to be the very eyes of age As the smoke ran out, Talked of life, lord that man talked of life, Laughed, clicked his heels and stepped. He said his name was Ł˘BojanglesŁ˘ And he danced a lick Right across the cell. He grabbed his pants, Took a bitter stance, Jumped up high. That's when he Clicked his heels. Then he let go a laugh, Lord, he'd let go a laugh, Shook back his clothes all around. Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles. Mr. Bojangles Dance. He told me of the times He worked with minstrel shows, Travelling throughout the south. He spoke with tears Of fifteen years How his dog and he, They travel about. The dog up and died, Dog up and died, And after twenty years he still greived. He said Ł˘I dance Now and every chance a Honkey-tonk, For my drinks and tips. But most of the time I spend behind these county bars, You see son, i drinks a bit.Ł˘ He shook his head. As he shook his head, I heard someone Say please, please, please. A-Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Dance. *Whistle*