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.