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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) whoaSee 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 SongtexteInto 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 goesWhoa (whoa) whoaSee my baby jive Such a lazy jive Well every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jiveToo bad,So long,it's driving me madThe top down on my carI don't suppose that everyone knowsexactly who you arebut youYou make things that get alongturn out so wrongDoo ron, doo ron You gotta rock onThe band might play our songSee my baby jive See my baby jive She hangs onto me and she really goes Whoa (whoa) whoaSee my baby jive Such a lazy jive Every one you meet coming down the street Just to see my baby jiveWhoa See my baby jiveShe hangs onto me and she really goes Whoa (whoa) whoaSee my baby jive Such a lazy jive Every one you meet coming down the streetJust to see my baby jiveSee my baby jive Aus Songtexte Mania