Lyrics:

Woah, look out, look out your mama will shout
You might as well go home
Just then my beard gets into your hair
So give me back my comb
But you, you make things that get along turn out so wrong
Du don, du don, you 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
Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh
See my baby jive
Such a lazy jive
Everyone you meet coming down the street
Just to see my baby jive

That tenor horn is turning me on
He drops 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 in town into the ground
Du don, du don, you’ve 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
Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh
See my baby jive
Such a lazy jive
Everyone you meet coming down the street
Just to see my baby jive

Too bad your mouth is 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
Du don, du don, you 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
Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh
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
See my baby jive
She hangs onto me and she really goes
Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh
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