Look out! look out! your momma will shout
You might as well go home
She said my bed get′s into your hair
You make things that get along
The band might play our song
She hangs onto me and she really goes
Wo - oh (wo - oh) wo - oh
Well every one you meet coming down the street
That tenor horn is turning me on
He′s dropped down to his knees
Oh boy that sax is calling me back
This dog aint got no fleas
You dance all the guys up town
Your daddy aint coming home
She hangs on to me and she really goes
Wo - oh (wo - oh) wo - oh
Well every one you meet coming down the street
Too bad, so long, it's driving me mad
I don't suppose that everyone knows
You make things that get along
The band might play our song
She hangs onto me and she really goes
Wo - oh (wo - oh) wo - oh
Every one you meet coming down the street
She hangs onto me and she really goes
Wo - oh (wo - oh) wo - oh
Every one you meet coming down the street