

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got holes in my shoes Shine ’em up They still shine through ’Cause I’m steppin’ in time beside you Dear On this borrowed avenue Got coffee in chipped china cups But you pour it like it’s champagne We’re waltzin’ round this ten-cent room Like we’re ridin’ on a private train (hah!) [Chorus] We live like Rockefellers Baby On a nickel and a prayer Got a kingdom in the kitchen And a ballroom in that rickety chair All the banks can keep their treasures I got all I’ll ever need Pennies in my pocket You in my arms And I’m dancin’ like I own the whole street (hey!) [Verse 2] Your dress caught on that rusty nail You laughed Said “Guess it’s haute couture” You curtsy on the cracked front step Like you’re sweepin’ down a marble floor Landlady bangin’ on the wall Says the ceiling’s rainin’ dust But this tap-tap-tappin’ in my shoes Sounds like fortune trustin’ us (oh!) [Chorus] We live like Rockefellers Baby On a nickel and a prayer Got a kingdom in the kitchen And a ballroom in that rickety chair All the banks can keep their treasures I got all I’ll ever need Pennies in my pocket You in my arms And I’m dancin’ like I own the whole street [Bridge] Let ’em polish all their gold Ours is warm Theirs is cold You hum low I slide close Every step’s a little oath [Chorus] We live like Rockefellers Baby On a nickel and a prayer Got a kingdom in the kitchen And a ballroom in that rickety chair All the banks can keep their treasures I got all I’ll ever need Pennies in my pocket You in my arms And I’m dancin’ Yea I’m dancin’ Like I own the whole street (oh yeah!)
Tags
dance, 1930s big band swing with male vocals, bright horns and plucky upright bass driving a brisk Charleston groove. Rimshot snare, brushed hi-hat, and tinkling piano comp under a roomy crooner lead. Tap-shoe accents double the offbeats, with call-and-response brass hits in the chorus and a brief half-time sway in the bridge before snapping back into high-energy dance-floor swing.
2:43
No
1/21/2026