What can I do to make you happy? What kind of clown thing can I do? Wiggle my ears, and make them flappy? My humor is sappy, won’t you sit on my lappy and don’t cry baby, boo hoo. Boo hoo.
Why do we cry, it sure is a riddle I’ll dry your eyes and see you through Babies can coo and sing like a fiddle Your problems are little, so sing hey diddle diddle and don’t cry baby , boohoo
Don’t cry, baby don’t cry. There’s a sun behind the clouds you know Don’t cry baby, don’t cry ’cause I hate to hear you cry It hurts me deep inside You know the way I feel, you know I love you so.
Your pretty blue eyes weren’t made for a fretter But they can’t get much wetter, so let’s dry them together And don’t cry baby, boo hoo Don’t cry baby, don’t cry.