Songtexte See My Baby Jive - 2006 Remastered Version - Wizzard

Whoah, whoah
Look out, look out
Your momma will shout
You might as well go home
You say my bed gets into your head
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
Whoah whoah oh whoah
See my baby jive
Such a lazy jive
Well everyone you meet
Coming down the street

Just to see my baby jive

That tenor horn is turning me on
He 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 onto me
And she really goes
Whoah whoah oh whoah
See my baby jive
Such a lazy jive
Everyone you meet

Coming down the street
Just to see my baby jive
Wooo! Wooo!

Too bad, 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

Turns 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
Whoah whoah oh whoah

See my baby jive
Such a lazy jive
Everyone you meet
Coming down the street
Just to see my baby jive

Whoah
See my baby jive
She hangs on to me
And she really goes
Whoah whoah oh whoah
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