Titres les plus populaires de Fats Waller
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Fats Waller
Piano
Gene Sedric
Clarinette
Cedric Wallace
Basse
Slick Jones
Batterie
John Hamilton
Trompette
John Smith
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ada Benson
Paroles
Fred Fisher
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Barry Feldman
Production de réédition
Chick Crumpacker
Production
Paroles
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'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 you feet's too big
Can't use you, 'cause you feet's too big
I really hate you, 'cause you feet's too big
Where did you get them?
Your girl she likes you, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said likes your face, she likes your rig
Man oh man them things are too big
Oh, your feet's too big
Don't want you, 'cause you 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!
Ship, ship, ship
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've never heard of such walkin', mercy
Your, your pedal extremities really are obnoxious
One never does know do one
Writer(s): Fred Fisher, Ada Benson
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