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.