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