[whistling]

I knew a man
His name’s Bojangles
And he’d dance for you
In worn out shoes

With silver hair
A ragged shirt
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft-shoe

He would jump so high
Jump so high
Then he’d lightly
Touch down

“Said I dance now
At every chance in honky-tonks
For my drinks and tips
But most the time
I spend behind these county bars
You see son, I drinks a bit”

Then he shook his head
Oh lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I heard somebody say to me
Please
That’s Mr. Bojangles
They call him Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance
Dancе
Dance, please dancе

Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance

Dankuwel!