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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Fats Waller
Fats Waller
Piano
Gene Sedric
Gene Sedric
Clarinette
Cedric Wallace
Cedric Wallace
Basse
Slick Jones
Slick Jones
Batterie
John Hamilton
John Hamilton
Trompette
John Smith
John Smith
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ada Benson
Ada Benson
Paroles
Fred Fisher
Fred Fisher
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Barry Feldman
Barry Feldman
Production de réédition
Chick Crumpacker
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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