| My girl, baby-sits for someone her block
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| Then I come up to join her and we start to rock
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| The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
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| When he goes (ggggggggggggg, ggggggggggggg)
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| A rockin' type a boogie is a kind a song
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| That makes this little baby wanna sing along
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| And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong
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| He still goes (boogie-on-na-day)
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| He isn’t too young to really feel the beat
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| He rocks back and forth in his little seat
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| He claps both his hands and he taps his feet
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| And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da)
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| He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy
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| You know the record player is his favorite toy
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| And don’t forget he’s eveybody’s pride and joy
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| When he goes (ooo-ah-ge-he)
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| (Yo-a-ah-ah)
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| (La-da, la-da, la-da)
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| I know there isn’t anyone to take a bet
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| But surely he’s the youngest teenager yet
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| And probably the hippist of the diaper set
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| Cause he goes (go man, I like that)
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| He strolls in his stroller with the radio on
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| He doesn’t go to sleep until the music’s gone
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| He imitates the singer in the group
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| (With a low down voice)
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| (Low down, dug-a-dug-a)
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| And when it’s time to tuck him in his little bed
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| With all that music runnin' through his sleepy head
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| The little fella doesn’t say, goodnight
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| Instead, but he says (boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo)
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| Aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll gone |