Friday, January 16, 2009

Pedal Extremities

We have a fabulous jazz CD that is supposed to be for kids
but really it is for anyone with working ears.
We bop, rock, hop, and do a jazzy sway to the
music almost every day.
Most of the songs are hysterical, and right now Faris and I are especially enjoying Your Feet’s Too Big by Fats Waller.

And I just had to share the lyrics with you.

Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy

Sounds like baby patter

Baby elephant patter; thats 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'd say you sure are sweet

From there down; there's just too much feet

Yes, your feets too big

Don't want ya, 'cause ya feets too big

Can't use ya, 'cause ya feets too big

I really hate ya, 'cause ya feets too big

Where did ya get 'em

Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you're nice

Got what it takes to be in paradise

She said she likes your face

She likes your rig

Man, oh, man, those things are too big

Your feets too big

Don't want cha, 'cause ya feets too big

Mad at you, 'cause your feets too big

I hate you, 'cause your feets too big

My goodness, guns, they're gunboats

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal

To me you look just like a fossil

Got me walkin', talkin' and squarkin''

Cause your feets too big

Yeah, come on and walk that thing

Oh, I've never heard of such walkin', mercy

Your pedal extremities really are obnoxious

One never knows, do one?

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