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