[whistling sound]
Go baby, go baby

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He jumped so high, he jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was soo down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out, ummm
He talked of life, he talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg a step

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick...
...across the cell
He grabbed his pants a better stance, ah
Oh, he jumped up high, he clicked his heels. ooh
He let go a laugh, ha, ha, let go a laugh
Shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance!
His name was Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Brown y'all, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles sho nuff can dance
That boy can dance, That boy can dance, watch him go
Watch him dance

[whistling sound]