Look out,
Look out,
your Mama would shout
You might as well go home
She said,
That man gets into your head
so give me back my home
But you,
you make things
that get along
Turn out, so wrong
You know,
you know you'd better
run home
The band
might play our song
See my baby jive,
See my baby jive
She hangs on to me
and she really goes
woah, woah, woah
See my baby jive,
such a lazy jive
Well everyone you meet
coming down the street
Loves to see my baby jive
That tenor horn
is turning me on
He's dropped down
to his knees
And boy that sax
is calling me back
'cos Dog ain't got no reed
A tune,
you ditch all them guys
in town into the ground
You know, you know
you'd better run home
your Daddy ain't comin home
See my baby jive,
See my baby jive
She hangs on to me
and she really goes
woah, woah, woah
See my baby jive,
such a lazy jive
Well everyone you meet,
coming down the street
loves to see my baby jive
Come back,
Come back,
it's driving me mad
The top down on my car
I don't suppose
that anyone knows
exactly who you are
But you,
you make things
that get along
Turn out, so wrong
You know,
you know
you'd better run home
The band might play our song
See my baby jive,
See my baby jive
She hangs on to me
and she really goes
woah, woah, woah
See my baby jive,
such a lazy jive
Well everyone you meet,
coming down the street
loves to see my baby jive
Woah
See my baby jive,
she hangs on to me
and she really goes
woah, woah, woah
See my baby jive,
such a lazy jive
Well everyone you meet
coming down the street
loves to see my baby jive
See my baby live
Woah
See my baby live
Woah
See my baby live
See my baby live