歌詞

One two three, on tiptoe now

The oven keeps the beat

The kitchen floor is ballroom now

The broom's a gentleman

The kettle whistles half a note

And there's the band again

On tiptoe past the oven

On tiptoe round the chairs

And we waltz, one two three

While the sweet things rise

Let them praise His name with dancing

In their stocking feet, one two three

The lamb attempts the steps with me

Four hooves are hard to count

It settles for a bouncing spin

And nails it, more than not

The sunlight on the floorboards

Is dancing on its own

And we waltz, one two three

While the sweet things rise

Let them praise His name with dancing

In their stocking feet, one two three

Nobody sees, and that's the charm

Of kitchen-floor ballet

The audience is one small lamb

And it's a matinee

Mmm... mmm... mmm

And we waltz, one two three

While the sweet things rise

Let them praise His name with dancing

In their stocking feet, one two three

And we waltz, one two three

While the sweet things rise

Let them praise His name with dancing

In their stocking feet, one two three

One two three, on tiptoe still

The timer's nearly there