See My Baby Jive - Wizzard

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