Look out, look out, your Momma will shout
You might as well go home
She
said my bed gets into your hair
So give me back my comb.
But you, you
make things that get along
Turn out so wrong
Doo-don doo-don you'd better
rock on
The band might play our song.
See my baby jive, see my baby
jive
She hangs on to 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.
Tat tenor horn is turning me on
He's dropped down
to his knees
And boy that sax is calling me back
This dog ain't go no
fleas.
But you, you dance all the guys in the town
Into the
ground
Doo-don doo-don you'd better rock on
Your daddy ain't coming
home.
See my baby jive, see my baby jive ...
Too bad your nag is
driving me mad
Teh 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
Doo-don doo-don you'd better rock on
The band
might play our song.
See my baby jive, see my baby jive
...