Happy Feet (Based on “Miles Shoes Jingle”) Songtext
von Dean Martin

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


I love 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
'Count of we′re much closer
Closer than quarter to nine

I love the band down 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