Got an invitation to visit Manhattan With my highfalutin' kin Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes Felt so stylish from my head to my toes
Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin' I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin' So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn't see But they must have, 'cos this is what they all said to me
Put your shoes on, Lucy, don't you know you're in the city Put your shoes on, Lucy, it's really such a pity That Lucy can't go barefoot wherever she goes 'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes
Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you're here in old New York You'll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk All the city slickers love that southern drawl So give 'em that "Honey chile" and "Hi, y'all"
Lucy, let the good things happen Lucy, won't you stop that gapin' How you act will be the death of me Don't they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee
Put your shoes on, Lucy, even though they kinda pinch Stop baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', it's a cinch Use your party manners, you'll need them and how Put your shoes on Lucy, you're a big girl nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
