OK, cats, throw your mittens round your kittens. Away we go!

That wasn't supposed to happen!

Let's go, let's hand-jive!

Before I was born late one night

My papa said everything's alright

The doctor made my ma lay down...

Guy with the girl in red, throw 'em out.

Cos the bebop stork was about to arrive

Mama gave birth to the hand-jive

I could barely walk when I milked a cow

When I was three I pushed a plough

While choppin' wood I'd move my legs

And I started dancin' while I gathered eggs

On a dream that won't come true

I could hurt someone like me

Out of spite orjealousy

I don't steal and I don't lie

But I can feel and I can cry

A fact I'll bet you never knew

But to cry in front of you