Here's my transcription from YouTube:


REAL GONE GALOOT
As sung by "Yogi Yorgesson" (Harry Stewart)

I flunked in music in high school. They said I had no talent, and how!
But them high school teachers was crazy. Just listen to me now.

Rooty-toot-toot! Hoo-ha! Rooty-toot-toot!
I just got my diploma from the Jazz Institute.
I've learned to sing words like poop-oop-pa-doop.
It says on my diploma I'm a real gone galoot.

Rooty-toot-toot! Hoo-ha! Rooty-toot-toot!
The bobby-soxers love me at the Jazz Institute.
They holler and whoop when I wear my zoot suit,
And when I croon, they tell me I'm a real gone galoot.

I'm gone. Yeah, I have really went.
And when I send off babes, them little tooties(?) go where they been sent.

Rooty-toot-toot! Hoo-ha! Rooty-toot-toot!
I learned this modern music at the Jazz Institute.
Hey-boob-a-ree-ba! Skiddy-dee-boo-skiddoot!
The teachers say, "My goodness! He's a real gone galoot."

Oh, I surprised my teacher not long ago,
Singing "Hold That Tiger" real soft and slow.
"'Hold That Tiger' ain't no love song," the teacher sighed.
"It is to a tiger," I quickly replied.
Oh, they think I'm a card at the Jazz Institute.
On the campus I'm referred to as a real gone galoot.

I'm gone. Jive is my specialty.
But when I do be-bop, Dizzy Gillespie gets jealous of me.

Rooty-toot-toot! Hoo-ha! Rooty-toot-toot!
I owe an awful lot to the Jazz Institute.
Walto-reeny, pussy-pussy, walto-reeny-root!
I'm a genuine Wild-West dog, and I'm a real gone galoot.