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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fats Waller
Fats Waller
Piano
Gene Sedric
Gene Sedric
Clarinet
Cedric Wallace
Cedric Wallace
Bass
Slick Jones
Slick Jones
Drums
John Hamilton
John Hamilton
Trumpet
John Smith
John Smith
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ada Benson
Ada Benson
Lyrics
Fred Fisher
Fred Fisher
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry Feldman
Barry Feldman
Reissue Producer
Chick Crumpacker
Chick Crumpacker
Producer

Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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