Come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby
Don't just sit there with your head in your hands Waitin' for the skies to fall You're not in sync with the boys in the band Get up, get up, get on the ball
No more soft sides, no more cares No more angry tales to share
So, come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby
Temperature's high 98 degrees Let's get back to the street boys
Don't just sit there with you head in your hands Waitin' for the sky to fall You're not in sync with the boys in the band Get up, get up, get on the ball
Come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby
Come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby Down, down, down with me, down with me Down, down, down, down, down
Come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby
Come on, come on, come on, little baby Come on, come on, come on, little baby Down, down, down, down, down with me