Lyrics
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
Here, I'll give you
Just one hint n'
Tell you I'm not
Mr. Quentin
Tarantino
Is he mean? No
But on the screen show
He likes to make a film,
A feature,
Featuring a front of feet, sure
He's not the only socks and shoes and sandle-rider
Yeah, I'm lookin' at your gross ass flip flops,
You, Dan Schneider
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
Don't put your foot in your mouth
'Cuz I know you like the taste
We oughtta grind you into soot,
Throw you in the Carolina south
With the nuclear waste
Dancin' with your two left feet
And one foot out the door
Can't wait for the day you get cold feet
And we throw your body overboard
Roast those men
A little Don Rickle-ish
Don't touch my feet because
I'm ticklish
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
Don't touch my feet
They're sensitive
Don't touch my feet
If you want to live
I'm not wishing death upon you
But everybody knows
Someday you'll bite the dust
Instead of biting someone's toes
Written by: Ryan J. Hurdle
