Sound of rain on the window pain Makes a mighty sweet and soft refrain But I never found a sound as sweet As the tippity tippity tap of happy feet Mocking bird never says a word But his pretty music must be heard Well, there is no music with a beat of The tippity tippity tap of happy feet Honey, when we're dancing, it is so divine 'Count of we're much closer, closer than quarter to nine The band down in Dixieland Got a rhythm makes you clap your hand But there is no rhythm I repeat Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet Tippity tippity tap of happy feet Tippity tippity tap of happy feet Honey, when we're dancing, it is so divine 'Account of we're much closer, closer than quarter to nine I love the band in Dixieland I got a rhythm makes you clap your hand But there is no rhythm I repeat Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet The tippity tippity tap of happy feet Tippity tippity tap of happy feet