Gotta Sing Gotta Dance.kar

People call me a stick-in-the-mud,
but it's certainly not true.

Who could call me a stick-in-the-mud,
when I polish my tonsils
and put on my dancing shoes.

When I get that feeling at the end of my toes,
gotta go in a trance.

I'm gettin' itchy feet and at the end of my nose,
gotta sing, gotta dance.

Gotta sing, gotta dance,
though there may not be much time for romance.

Gonna sing, gonna dance,
I'm gonna sing, I'm gonna dance.

When I hear that old train whistle blow,
or an ocean liner gettin' ready to go,

like a runaway horse, I'm unable to stop.
I can feel my feet go clip-pe-ty-clop,
unable to stop.

Gotta sing, gotta dance,
though the neighbors say I'm taking a chance.

Gotta sing, gotta dance,
I've gotta sing, I've gotta dance.