| Sound of rain on the window pane,
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| Pick some mighty sweet and soft refrain,
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| But I never heard a sound as sweet
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| As the tippity-tippity-tap of happy feet!
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| Mockin’bird never says a word,
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| But his pretty music must be heard!
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| Well, there is music with a beat
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| Of the tippity-tippity-tap of happy feet!
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| Honey, when we’re dancin',
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| It’s so divine!
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| Kinda we’re much closer,
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| Closer than a quarter to nine!
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| Love that band on the Dixieland,
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| Gotta rhythm makes you clap your hands!
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| But there is a rhythm, I repeat,
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| Like the tippity-tippity-tap of happy feet!
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| Hey look at me ma, I’m dancin',
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| It’s so divine!
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| Kinda we’re much closer,
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| Closer than a quarter to nine!
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| Love that band on the Dixieland,
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| Gotta rhythm makes you clap your hands!
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| But there is a rhythm, I repeat,
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| Like the tippity-tippity-tap of happy feet!
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| Love that band on the Dixieland,
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| Gotta rhythm makes you clap your hands!
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| But there is a rhythm, I repeat,
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| Like the tippity-tippity-tap of happy feet!
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| Let go, watch those happy feet!
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| Crazy 'bout those tappy feet!
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| Come on, join us, listen to
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| The rhythm, it’s the rhythm, I repeat
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| The rhythm of happy feet! |