Come on, baby, won't you dance with me,
Come on, mamma, can't you see,
We can make our troubles fly away.
Come on, baby, let's don't fight,
Come on, mamma, let's fly tonight,
Come on, baby, let's dance the night away.

Now, I'm so sorry I made you cry,
I can be a real jerk sometimes,
But you know that I know that you know I love you so.
So come on, baby, let's shine them shoes,
Come on, mamma, let's lose the blues,
Come on, baby, let's dance the night away.

Won't you listen to the way the guitar plays,
Listen to the way that the bass part lays,
Down in the middle of the tune and the rhythm so strong.
Boom be' boom goes the big bass drum,
Piano man's going to take his turn,
Look out, baby! The Singer's going to sing his song.

He says, "Come on, baby, won't you dance with me,
Come on, mamma, can't you see,
We can make our troubles fly away.
Come on, baby, let's don't fight,
Come on, mamma, let's fly tonight,
Come on, baby, let's dance the night away."

Sugar pie, you sure fly high,
Make me feel like the Fourth of July,
Bump my head right up against the moon.
Hey diddle diddle, get out in the middle,
Jump and wiggle to the jiggle of the fiddle,
Don't stop to think about it or you'll realize real soon:

This song don't mean a thing,
But it sure is fun to sing,
It's a silly little diddle,
I was hoping it would make you smile.
Ain't got a lot to say,
But it's kinda fun to play,
If it gets you dancing, well the diddle
It'll be worthwhile.

So, Come on, baby, won't you dance with me,
Come on, mamma, can't you see,
We can make our troubles fly away.
Come on, baby, let's don't fight,
Come on, mamma, let's fly tonight,
Come on, baby, let's dance the night away.

I said, come on, mamma, hitch up your socks,
Come on, baby, show 'em what you got,
We can make our troubles fly away.
Oh, mamma, let's shine them shoes,
Come on, baby, let's lose the blues,
Come on, baby, let's dance the night away.

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): TOM RUSH