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 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