| Who’s that walkin' 'round here?
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| Mercy!
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| Sounds like baby patter
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| Baby elephant patter, that’s what I calls it]
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| Say, 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, I say you sure are sweet,
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| From there down, there’s just too much feet!
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| Yes, your feet’s too big!
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| Don’t want ya 'cause your feet’s too big!
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| Can’t use ya 'cause your feet’s too big!
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| I really hate ya 'cause your feet’s too big!
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| Yeah!
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| Lah-dee-doo-dah,
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| Nah-dah-nah-dah
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| Where d’ya get 'em?
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| Nah-dee-ah-dah
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| Your girl, she likes ya, she thinks you’re nice,
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| Got what it takes to be in paradise
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| She said she likes your face, she likes your rig,
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| But, man, oh, man, them things are too big
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| Oh, your feet’s too big
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| Don’t want ya 'cause your feet’s too big!
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| Mad at ya 'cause your feet’s too big
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| I hate ya 'cause your feet’s too big
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| My goodness, gun the gunboats!
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| Shift! |
| Shift! |
| Shift!]
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| Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal
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| To me you look just like a fossil
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| You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin',
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| 'Cause your feet’s too big, yeah
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| Come on and walk that thing
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| Oh, I never heard o' such walkin', Mercy!
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| You know your pedal extremities really are obnoxious.
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| One never knows, do one?] |