clap your hand But there is no rhythm I repeat Like the tippity tippity tap of happy feet Tippity tippity tap of happy feet Tippity tippity tap of happy feet
Превод: Мартин, декан. Happy Feet.
Music » Well the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle of now And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow
