We'd go riding around,
Care-free, and just nowhere bound.
No greater fun could be found,
Than bouncing along in those rumbling rumbleseats...

Cars of the past had behind,
Seats - in the trunk - cushioned lined,
Here we'd relax, ease our mind,
Riding around in those rumbling rumbleseats...

Back in..great days of jazz
Those old cars had razzmatazz

Fun..was bouncing along
Smoo-ching or singing a song,
With the right girl, we'd be lo-ong,
Fooling around in those rumbling rumbleseats

(Rumbleseats, rumbleseats!)

They folded up, opened down,
We were the scat of the town,
In long fur coats, college hound
Riding along in our rumbling rumbleseats...

Got high, (got high) on bathtub gin
Nice fresh air, a little sin..

We'd go rolling along,
Smoo-ching, and singing a song,
With the right girl, we'd be lo-ong,
Cruising thru life in our rumbling rumbleseats
,
(Rumbleseats, rumbleseats)

Rumble....seats