Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tab Hunter] It's a noisy Sunday morning In the city of Amsterdam As through the air, comes glare Of Belle and Buggy and Pram I'm a noisy Amsterdammer On a quiet Amsterdam street For someone here waits to hear The beat of my Amsterdam feet It's a terrible clatter she hears But it's music to her ears [Verse 2: Tab Hunter] I'll clop, clop, clop through the streets of stone Clop, clop, clop through the streets alone I don't stop till I meet my own True love Our hearts go bump as we swing along Thump, thump, thump as we spring along Hop, hop, hop, skip, jump as we sing a song Of love A pair of wooden shoes is not the thing to choose If you're for quiet But with a girl around and such a happy sound Then I suggest you try it [Verse 3: Tab Hunter] It's really lots of fun to clop in the rain or sun Clop, clop, clop with your favorite one Soon we'll pop into the close of sun And clop, clop, clop down the middle aisle [Verse 4: Peggy King] I'll clop, clop, clop down the through the shop Clop, clop, clop down the trop And I'll stop on the shop For you We'll tap, tap, tap to the old, stir pot Rat, tap, tap to the formal potter Hap, tap, tap these any longer Just me and you Besides the shop Where the bolts are locked We'll stop for just a minute You'll steal a little kiss And I will feel such bliss That I will fall right in it [Verse 5: Peggy King, Tab Hunter and Peggy King] It's really lots of fun to plop and plow about Eating haring and sour croup We won't stop till the stars come out To shine Then home we'll plop With your hand in mine Clop, clop, clop with your hand in mine