After a few words with the Twins, who set up a table to hold the karaoke machine and were acting as the DJs, and hunting through another box, which was full of CDs, Nibs pulled out another one. The second-in-command took the mike and began to sing.

Who's that whisperin' in the trees?
It's two sailors and they're on leave
Pipes and chains and swingin' hands
Who's your daddy? Yes I am

"Yeah, right, Nibs!" Slightly couldn't help teasing him, but he liked the song that Nibs was singing.

Fat cat came to play
Now he can't run fast enough
You'd best stay away
When the pushers come to shove

"Join me on the chorus!" Nibs shouted.

All the boys and Wendy were singing by this time, and Nibs had even taken Wendy's hand, dancing with her.

Zoot suit riot (Riot!)
throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Zoot suit riot (riot!)
throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (Riot!)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Blow Daddy!

Nibs and Wendy were spinning over the floor as Curly was getting to his feet.

A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed man
A stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece band
Cut me Sammy and you'll understand
In my veins hot music ran

"Take it, Wendy!" Nibs added before he ran out of breath.

Wendy nodded as she took the next part of the verse.

You got me in a sway
and I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love

She and Nibs sang the chorus together, Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot

Curly was almost flattened when Nibs and Wendy bumped into him; he had been trying to make his way to where the Twins were.

As Nibs lifted her up, he and Wendy continued singing together.

Oh you got me in a sway
and I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love

Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Once again, everyone was singing with Nibs.

Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (riot!)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot

Nibs and Wendy were out of breath from their dancing, and over the applause, they sat down as Curly took his turn with the music.