Clop, Clop, Clop

[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