[Spoken] What's the matter wit'chu, boy? My feets too big, yeah, yeah
No meat on my bones, no sign of a pot I looks in the mirror and I thinks I'm hot I've been to the dentist and had my mo-lars glistened Oh boys, but my gal won't listen
Oh, your feet's too big! She don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big (Tell us about it, brother Deek)
Lookie here boys, I done passed my ? Everything matches includin' my red vest Passed my gal standin' and I asked her a set an' This is the answer that I keeps on gettin'
Feet's too big! I don't want you 'cause your feet's too big Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big (Tell us about it, brother Charlie)
Now honey, I likes you cause you sho is nice Why, you got just what it takes to paradise Now I likes your face and I likes that rig But I'm sorry honey, 'cause yo feet is too big
Oh, your feet's too big! She don't want you 'cause your feet's too big Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big (Tell us about it there, brother Hoppy!)
Now up in Harlem, at a table for two They sit four of us, me, your big feet, and you From your ankles up, boy you sure is sweet But from your ankles down, you've got too much feet
Oh, your feet's too big She don't want you 'cause your feet's too big Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big (What yo gal say to you, boy)
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