The Red Cape Groove Jazz
Red cape on her back Basket full of snacks Walking down the track Click-clack, click-clack Flowers in her hand Prettiest in the land Just like she planned Moving through the sand
Watch the trees Feel the breeze Shake your knees With style and ease Don't you stray From the way Save the day Come what may
Oh Little Red, don't slow down The slickest wolf is in this town Keep your feet upon the ground Don't you make a single sound Snap your fingers to the beat Keep the rhythm in your feet Jazz is cool and jazz is sweet Walking down the forest street
Bip-bop, skip along Sing a happy forest song Bip-bop, stay real strong Where the tall oak trees belong
Mr. Wolf is wearing blue Polished up his heavy shoe Waiting there for someone new To cook up in a tasty stew He tips his hat and grins so wide With a silver coin inside Nowhere left for her to hide On this wild and woolly ride
Oh Little Red, don't slow down The slickest wolf is in this town Keep your feet upon the ground Don't you make a single sound Snap your fingers to the beat Keep the rhythm in your feet Jazz is cool and jazz is sweet Walking down the forest street
Kick-drum, snare-hit This is it Wolf is fast Make it last Hi-hat, bass-line Feeling fine Red is smart In her heart
What big ears you've got tonight To hear the jazz and feel alright What big eyes you show so bright To see the disco neon light What big teeth you hide so well Underneath that forest spell Ring the golden dinner bell Every story starts to tell
Grandma's house is just ahead Past the patch of roses red Go to sleep inside your bed That is what the mother said But the wolf is at the door Dancing on the wooden floor Asking for a little more Like he's never danced before
Oh Little Red, don't slow down The slickest wolf is in this town Keep your feet upon the ground Don't you make a single sound Snap your fingers to the beat Keep the rhythm in your feet Jazz is cool and jazz is sweet Walking down the forest street
Bip-bop, skip along Sing a happy forest song Bip-bop, stay real strong Where the tall oak trees belong Bip-bop, Red is home No more need to ever roam