Sunday
Bunny Berigan and His Orchestra Lyrics
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With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
I want a reef sleeve with the right stripe
And the dressed best, and the glad you glad
And the ladies are bad, to see my lit Sunday gown
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream
"Here comes the walkin' rainbow"
Sweet to make a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
I want a brown gown with the zop top
With the hip slip, and the laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
I want a scat hat with trim brim
And a zag back with the rimmed zip
To look plenty hip to see my Sunday Sam
I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Here lies a lucky feller"
So keen that he'll scream
"Baby's in Technicolor"
I want a brown gown, zop top
With the hip slip, laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
Hip man, dream dress
These lyrics are from the song "Sunday" by Bunny Berigan and His Orchestra, which is a lively jazz tune that paints a vivid picture of the desire to look sharp and stylish on a Sunday. The song references various fashion items such as a zoot suit with a reet pleat, drape shape, and stuffed cuff, as well as a scat hat with a trim brim and a zag back with a rimmed zip. All of these clothing items are associated with the flamboyant, hip aesthetic of the zoot suit culture that defined the African American jazz scene in the 1940s.
The lyrics reflect the desire to impress one's romantic partner on a weekend date. The singer in the song wants to look so stylish that his dream girl will be impressed and notice him as he walks down the street. He wants to stand out and be bold in his dressing style, to reflect his strong sense of individuality and his love for his partner. The song showcases how fashion and style are important in the jazz scene, as well as how they serve as a way of expressing oneself and connecting with others.
Line by Line Meaning
I want a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
I desire a stylish outfit, a zoot suit specifically, that has the necessary features such as reet pleat, drape shape, and stuffed cuff to look dashing and impressive enough for my girl on Sundays
I want a reef sleeve with the right stripe
And the dressed best, and the glad you glad
And the ladies are bad, to see my lit Sunday gown
I desire a dress that has the perfect stripe pattern with the right sleeve length, and it should be the best dressed attire making the other ladies feel envious of my lit outfit during Sunday gatherings
I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream
"Here comes the walkin' rainbow"
I want to look so mesmerizing that my dream girl would be entranced by my looks and say, "You don't look like the same beau" and scream out her excitement by shouting, "Here comes the walking rainbow"
Sweet to make a zoot suit with the reet pleat
With the drape shape, and the stuffed cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
It would be amazing to have a zoot suit that has features like a reet pleat, drape shape, and stuffed cuff making it appear smart and cool, perfect to impress my girl during Sunday events
I want a brown gown with the zop top
With the hip slip, and the laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
I want a brown dress having a zop top with a hip slip, and a laced waist that would be in the sharpest of taste to impress my boyfriend on Sundays
I want a scat hat with trim brim
And a zag back with the rimmed zip
To look plenty hip to see my Sunday Sam
I want a scat hat that has the perfect brim with a zag back and a rimmed zip making me look plentiful hip and stylish enough to impress my Sunday boyfriend, Sam
I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Here lies a lucky feller"
So keen that he'll scream
"Baby's in Technicolor"
I want to look so attractive and impressive that my dream boyfriend would declare me a lucky feller, and he would scream out in excitement, "Baby's in Technicolor"
I want a brown gown, zop top
With the hip slip, laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
I want a brown dress having a zop top with a hip slip and laced waist, in the sharpest taste necessary to impress my boyfriend during Sunday events
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Written by: Ray Gilbert, Bob O'Brien
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