They threw a little party down in old Keystone,
in a maximum security nursing home,
I was just a DJ tryna pay the rent,
wonderin' where the money and the good times went,
breakin' out the bangers that the old folks dig,
spied a little cutie in a bingo wig,
left the record playin' stepped out to the floor, me and that mama cut a rug for sure..
I was jivin' Miss Daisy, (jivin' Miss Daisy)
jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy),
jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy)
this old lady is drivin' me crazy...
tapped her for a couple of her happy pills,
loaded as seventies Stephen Stills,
meet me at the gate man we're gonna hit the town,
wear somethin' tight gonna shake 'em on down,
she looked me in the eye said "You're younger than my son,
age is just a number when all said and done."
Told her not to worry and to take the wheel,
she said "Ain't you got any Howard Keel?"
I was jivin' Miss Daisy, (jivin' Miss Daisy) jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy), jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy) this old lady is drivin' me crazy...
for seven days straight we burned round the coast,
doin' what Daisy digs the most,
jumpin' and a jivin', puttin' on the style,
turnin' off the clock for a little while,
when we got back they threw me in the can,
now my partner is a tattooed man,
when I get out man you know I'm gonna be,
given' back care in the community...
I'll be jivin' Miss Daisy, (jivin' Miss Daisy) jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy), jivin' Miss Daisy (jivin' Miss Daisy), this old lady is drivin' me crazy...
Jivin', ja, ja, jivin', Miss Daisy around.
Written by R.I.McNabb © Peermusic (UK) Ltd. 2020
Ian McNabb: Lead vocal, electric guitar, bass. Dixie Daye: Backing vocals. Ciaron Bell: Percussion. Nick Kilroe: Drums
