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
Well, everyone you meet coming down the street
Just to see my baby jive.

The tenor horn is turning me on
He dropped down to his knees
And boy that sax is calling me back
This dog ain't got no fleas.

But you, you dance all the guys in town
Into the ground
Doo-don, doo-don, you'd gotta rock on
Your daddy ain't coming home.

See my baby jive, see my baby jive ...

Solo

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 ...

Oh - oh - oh - oh, see my baby jive ...

(Roy Wood)

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