Rip Van Winkle

Seven thousand three hundred days
 Is a long, long time to sleep but
 Rip Van Winkle slept for twenty long years, then he woke one day
 Rip's red hair had turned to gray
 Rip Van Winkle hurried back into town but to his dismay
 Rip's whole town had stopped to play
 He found to his surprise a thing
 called swing was king, and he liked it
 It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip
 Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard
 Rip Hooray when he reappeared
 Well, if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five
 Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle
 He found to his surprise a thing
 called swing was king, and he liked it
 It opened up his eyes and drip, Rip got hip
 Hip hip Rip Van Winkle's wrinkles faded away and he shed his beard
 Rip Hooray when he reappeared
 So if you want to swing and jive at the age of ninety five
 Start counting sheep and sleep like Rip Van Winkle
 Don't be a drip, get hip, hey, a tip from Rip Van Winkle