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