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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Fats Waller and His Rhythm
Piano
John Hamilton
Trompeta
Gene Sedric
Clarinete
John Smith
Guitarra
Cedric Wallace
Bajo
Wilmore "Slick" Jones
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ada Benson
Letra
Fred Fisher
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jon M. Samuels
Producción de reedición
Marian M. Conaty
Ingeniería de masterización
Paul Brizzi
Ingeniería
Letra
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 look sweet
From there down there's just too much feet
Yes, your feet's too big
Don't want ya 'cause ya feet's too big
Can't use ya 'cause ya feet's too big
I really hate ya 'cause ya feet's 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 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 wantcha 'cause ya feet's too big
Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big
I hate you 'cause your feet's too big
My goodness, [Incomprehensible], shiff shiff shiff
Oh your peddelic 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 peddelic extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows do one?
Writer(s): Ada Benson, Fred Fisher
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