Hipsters, Flipsters, and Finger-Poppin' Daddies,
Knock me your lobes!
I came here to lay Caesar out, Not to hip you to him.
The bad jazz a cat blows
Wails long after he's cut out.

A wigged-out take on Willie the Shake, thus spake Lord Buckley, one of "the wildest, grooviest, hippest, swingin'-est, double-frantic, maddest, most exquisite" cats that ever breathed.