See My Baby Jive

Look out! look out! your Momma will shout You might as well go home She said my bed get's into your hair So give me back my comb But you You make things that get along Turn out so wrong Doo ron, doo ron You'd 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 Whoa (whoa) whoa See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Well every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive That tenor horn is turning me on He's dropped 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 up town Into the ground Doo ron, doo ron You gotta rock on Your Daddy ain't coming home See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs on to me and she really goes Whoa (whoa) whoa See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Well every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive Too bad,So long,it's 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 Doo ron, doo ron You gotta rock on The band might play our song See my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Whoa (whoa) whoa See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive Whoa See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Whoa (whoa) whoa See my baby jive Such a lazy jive Every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jive See my baby jive