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Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 1: Now your girl friend calls you up, and you have to bathe and eat before you are ready for a show date. ‘Knock a statue act chick, I’ve got to make like a fish and knock a scarf and then we can cruise on over to the righteous flick.’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 7: It’s swoon time on the cuts and this fly guy is almost monster and if you ain’t ready you will flip your lid. Yes, he’s able and cable to go into his act. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: The pad is loaded with hipsters from all fronts, mad aces in their places, cool chicks strictly the lick, fine and most bulling. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 6: At a party one of the ace hi gets up to toast: ‘Giggle water and mellow frames have caused me to play a square’s game’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 1: Now your girl friend calls you up, and you have to bathe and eat before you are ready for a show date. ‘Knock a statue act chick, I’ve got to make like a fish and knock a scarf and then we can cruise on over to the righteous flick.’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 9: Chappie you lay dead here we are going inside and make with some African golf and if the nabbers are in existence come on with the shout ‘Cool off the nabbers are about’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 6: Kitties pick up on this riff by C. It’s a gas, righteous beats and upstate muggin makes this cool Jim all the way uptown, let’s dig. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: Jackson, you may puff on down cross states, hit the high spots from Chi to sugar hill, do a statue act on 18th and Vine or tamp the stroll on Lenox Avenue. Wherever your anchor you just ain’t nowhere until you get a house party invite. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 4: If there’s no ‘rootin’ and tootin’’ won’t be no ‘cuttin’ and shootin’.’ Don’t start no ‘slippin’ and slidin’’ it won’t be no ‘ambulance sendin’.’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 3: The ark is foggy and each and everybody begins to reel and rock, yes the joint is naturally jumping. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 9: Honey, my ticker jumps off time whenever you cruise on deck, because your togs naturally climbs your frame, and your map is the road of paradise. Exqueeze me but what baby chick farm are you from? Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 9: When I pin you daddio the wagon in here, and you lodes my heart on. You don’t pack no six gun, but you are a bad bad boy, and for you my lid always flip. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 4: Each and everything must be mellow and no bats allowed. The party is for the able and the lame should know the score if you’re not in step it’s time to blow. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 2: Great and much straight and everything is tight even ‘Charlie Chan’ would have to come to land. And everything is much beamy. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: Well let’s keep the party rolling cool, groovy and most beastly. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 8: A cat who has been everywhere and seen everything. He has cruised upstate and eyeballed the ickies and beige frames. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: The party begins to jump steady again, the big toast shouts, ‘Play on in if you can’t cut a rug make like a bouquet.’. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 9: Miss Clawdy, he weight 440 and each and every pound is solid as a rock if you take a gander at Big Daddy you will most understand he’s sharper than Mr. Tack. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 6: Me, ‘bigtown,’ I was king, not yet hip without scratch I wasn’t anything. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 4: Pin the ground keeper at short, his biscuit snatchers are larger than a number two scoop. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 1: Gator, take a knock down to those blow tops, who are upping some real crazy riffs and dropping them on a mellow kick and chappie the way they pull their lay hips our ship that they are from the land of razz ma tazz. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 4: Each and everything must be mellow and no bats allowed. The party is for the able and the lame should know the score if you’re not in step it’s time to blow. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 11: The cat’s that’s pulling the elephant teeth is a bonnet flipper and makes a gang of mad beats at any old time he can take his count for mugging. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: Then comes the ‘Whoola’ dancer whose [sic] just about a booger, fine frame no parts lame. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 6: A fine frame moves on in most frantic with her boots laced laying much tracks. It’s that lil old ice cream cone D, and You can believe the cats scream murder when she goes into her canary act. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 4: The stash begins to rock the band starts hopping, the real gone hits the floor and starts bopping. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 5: The kid that’s blowing the box is in stout shape letting his fingers idle boppingly over the ‘88,’ the kiddy with the skins is sitting em up. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 2: Baby you got to elucidate, I don’t know the happenings, all at once, mop! I get the ‘ice berg act.’ So if you just pad my knowledge box I can make everything alreet. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 2: On the late bright after you have put down your easy slave you drape yourself in shape and tamp on the cuts where the cats are putting down much trash and everything is much solid. Jives of Dr. Hepcat (1989) 10: Jackson you are on Jim time, and I can’t be lame to flag your train now don’t get the bright disease and think I’m mad, but in my book you’re way upstairs.