One, two, three, four
One, two, three be under your tree
Is a bird playing what ya sing?
We're listening to the sound of the beat
There's a plane on the 143
We skip a line or maybe two
Because the bird plays singing out of tune
Wavy leaves, and rainy grass
It leaves me nothing but the past
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
Don't stop, don't stop the blues
I get myself a pizza and I eat it
I get myself a beer and I drink it
I pack myself a cone when I need it
And I have myself a dart when I feel it
