Woah, look out, look out your mama will shout You might as well go home Just then my beard gets into your hair So give me back my comb But you, you make things that get along turn out so wrong Du don, du don, you better rock on The band might play our song
See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Everyone you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive
That tenor horn is turning me on He drops down to his knees Oh boy that sax is calling me back This dog ain’t got no fleas But you, you dance all the guys in town into the ground Du don, du don, you’ve gotta rock on Your daddy ain’t coming home
See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Everyone you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive
Too bad your mouth is driving me mad The top down on my car I don’t suppose that everyone knows Exactly who you are But you, you make things that get along turn out so wrong Du don, du don, you better rock on The band might play our song
See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Everyone you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Everyone you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive See my baby jiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
