In this version, he steps up the jive talk:

FAN IT BOOGIE WOOGIE
From "Frankie 'Half-Pint' Jackson, Vol. 3: 1937-1940" (Document Records, DOCD-5260, 2005)

If this song's too hot, cool it if you can.
Go out and buy yourself a five-cent fan
And fan it—fan it—fan it—fan it.
You got to fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home.

Just met myself a good gal, her name was Sue.
She says, "To make me love you, honey, tell you what you got to do:
You got to fan it—fan it—fan it.
You've got to fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home."

[Spoken:] Fan me then, daddy! [clarinet solo]

My mama's in the flat below, buggin' them bugs.
Come on upstairs here, honey; stop that cuttin' them rugs.
I want to fan it—fan it—fan it, please!
I'm gonna fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home.

Girls, if your main stripe steps out and stays from you all night long,
Make him jive his Jones or sing this song.
Make him fan it—fan it—aw, make him fan it, please.
If you know he can't fan it, something's gone on wrong.

[Spoken:] Jive me, fan. [piano solo]

You got to bip it and bop it and let the good word go on.
You got to boot it and cool it till the cows come home,
I mean fan it—fan it—yes, fan it.
You've got to fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home.

[Spoken:] Ah, talk to me—Lord, Lord—aw, that's too much mustard for one hotdog—fan it—fan it—looky here, boy; give me my nickel back.