Happy Feet — текст песни (Dean Martin)

Sound of rain on the window pain
Makes a mighty sweet and soft refrain
But I never found a sound as sweet
As the tippity tippity tap of happy feet

Mocking bird never says a word
But his pretty music must be heard
Well there is no music with a beat of
The tippity tippity tap of happy feet

Honey when we`re dancing
It is so divine
`count of we`re much closer
Closer than quarter to nine

The band down in Dixieland
Got a rythm makes you clap your hand
But there is no rythm I repeat
Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet

Tippity tippity tap of happy feet

Tippity tippity tap of happy feet

Honey when we`re dancing
It is so divine
`account of we`re much closer
Closer than quarter to nine
I love the band in Dixieland
I got a rythm makes you clap your hand
But there is no rythm I repeat
Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet
The tippity tippity tap of happy feet
Tippity tippity tap of happy feet