Fats Waller Version of Lyrics:



Who's that walkin' round here, Mercy

Sounds like baby patter, baby elephant patter thats 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 look sweet

From there down there's just too much feet

Yes, your feets too big

Don't want ya, cause ya feets too big

Can't use ya, cause ya feets too big

I really hate ya, cause ya feets too big