| Up in Harlem at a table for two
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| There were four of us: me, your big feet and you
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| From your ankles up, you sure look sweet,
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| But from there down, there’s just too much feet
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| Your feet’s too big
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| Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| Can’t use you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| I hate you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| Wah dee doo dah
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| Rah nah nah nyow
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| Where d’ya get them
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| Oh now, you know I like you, I think you’re nice
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| You got the stuff to take a girl to paradise
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| I like your face, I love your rig
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| But oh baby, those things are too big
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| Your feet’s too big
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| Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| I can’t use you, they’re just too big
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| Mad at you, 'cause your feet’s too something
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| Now when you go and die, no-one's gonna sob
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| The undertaker’s gonna have quite a job
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| You’re gonna look funny, when they lay you in the casket
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| Oh look at those feet, stickin' up out the basket
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| ‘Cause your feet’s too big
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| Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| I can’t use you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| Just hate you 'cause your feet’s too big
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| Yeah your feet’s too big
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| This is a song about your feet now baby
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| ‘Cause they’re just too big
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| And you know what they say about big feet don’t you?
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| Big shoes |