See My Baby Jive

Look out, look out, your mama will shout

You might as well go home

She said, my man can see into your hair

So give me back my comb

But you, you make things that get along

Turned out so wrong

Too wrong, too wrong, you 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

Whoa, whoa, whoa

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'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 uptown

Into the ground

Too wrong, too wrong, 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, everyone 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

Turned out so wrong

Too wrong, too wrong, you gotta 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

Whoa, whoa, whoa

See my baby jive, such a lazy jive

And everyone you meet coming down the street

Just to see my baby jive

Whoa, see my baby jive

She hangs on to me and she really goes

Whoa, whoa, whoa

See my baby jive, such a lazy jive

And everyone you meet coming down the street

Just to see my baby jive

See my baby jive