Вершы: Dean Martin. Happy Feet.

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 rhythm makes you clap your hand
But there is no rhythm 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 rhythm makes you clap your hand
But there is no rhythm I repeat
Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet

The tippity tippity tap of happy feet
Tippity tippity tap of happy feet