Cold Feets

Hey there, Mister Mirror Man Shakin' and a quakin' Tremblin' like them fraidy cats do Somethin' big be botherin' you Cold feets Cold feets Brother, you got cold feets You can make them cold feets hot With a little rhythm Young feets Old feets Can be uncontrolled feets Rhythm make them cold feets trot Down the aisle Frosty arches They can learn to swing Icy toes can jive Wedding marches Played in ragtime swing Make frigid soles come alive And take that dive Cold feets Shmold feets Turn 'em into bold feets Rhythm make them cold feets Hot! Say, what are you up to? I'm singing a song an old Negro taught me A Dixie remedy for wedding day jitters Ha! You think you've got jitters? You got the easy part! I have the weight of the wedding on my shoulders! George, it sounds like you've got cold feets What do I got? Cold feets What do I want? Bold feets! What do I do? Scold feets? No! You make the cold feets hot! 5-6-7-8 Cold feets, cold feets Turn 'em into bold feets Rhythm make them cold feets hot You make the cold feets hot You make the cold feets hot You make the cold feets hot