Who's that walkin' round here?
Mercy

Sounds like baby patter, baby elephant patter, that's what I call 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 feet's too big
Don't want you 'cause your feet's too big
Can't use you 'cause your feet's too big
I really hate you 'cause your feet's too big

Where did you get 'em?
Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She says she likes your face
She likes your race
Man, oh man, and things are too big

Oh, your feet's too big
Don't want you 'cause your feet's too big
Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big
I hate you 'cause your feet's too big

My goodness, gun the gunboats
Shiff, shiff, shiff

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal
To me you look just like a fossil
You got me walkin', talkin' and squarkin'
'Cause your feet's too big, yeah

Come on and walk that thing
Oh, I've never heard of such walkin', mercy

Your, your pedal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows do one?

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Writer(s): Ada Benson, Fred Fisher