(Springfield)

He just turned seventeen

When the moment came

He was standing on the corner

In the pouring rain



She pulled up along side

And rolled the window down

And said "Can I drive you

in some part of town"



He slid in beside her

With a great big smile

The lady had class

It stood out a mile



His heart was a beating

Like a big bass drum

Thinking at last

His time had come



He started talking fast

Trying to loosen up

But he just felt dumb and stupid

So he shut up



She said "don't think I'm fast

'Cause I'm really not"

But his fevered little brow

It was getting hot



She pulled into the driveway

Of a big brown stone

He was champing at the bit

And in a husky tone



She said "My husband's working

He'll be gone all day"

But he couldn't believe it

When he heard himself say



I'm getting cold feet

I'm getting cold feet

Lady don'cha hear me talking to you

Hey there's something that you can do

I'm so nervous I just might shit too

I've got them cold, cold feet



Well a couple years on

And our hero's grown

He's a professional musician

With a band of his own



Hadn't had much luck

With the girls that he meets

Love is giving him a case of terminal cold feet



He met a girl not too long ago

She thought she could change him

But it wasn't so

As soon as she mentioned long term romance

He went into that same old song and dance



I'm getting cold feet

c-c-c-c-c-cold feet

I'm getting cold feet

c-c-c-c-c-cold feet

Mama don'cha hear me talkin' to you

No there ain't some