The Joint Is Jumping Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings

They have a new expression along old Harlem way
That tells you when a party is ten times more than gay
To say that things are jumpin' leaves not a single doubt
That everthing is in full swing when you hear someone shout
Here 'tis

The joint is jumpin'
It's really jumpin'
Come in, cats, and check your hats
I mean this joint is jumpin'
The piano's thumpin', The dancers are bumpin'
This here spot is more than hot
In fact, the joint is jumpin'
Check your weapons at the door

Be sure to pay your quarter
Burn your leather on the floor
Grab anybody's daughter
The roof is rockin'
The neighbors knockin'
We're all bums when the wagon comes

I mean, this joint is jumpin'
Let it be! Yas! Burn this joint, boy, yas!
Oh, my, yas!
Don't you hit that chick, that's my broad
Where'd you get that stuff at?
Why, I'll knock you to your knees, what?