Feet Up Lyrics

Feet Up lyrics

Feet Up (Pat Him On the Po-Po)
Guy Mitchell
Written by Bob
Merrill

Peaked at # 14 in 1952

CHORUS
Feet up, pat him on the
po-po
Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha!
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's
hear him laugh
Ain't seen a babe like this before
He's so good-lookin',
gonna have some more
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him
laugh

Ha-ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink
Then
there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink
But now my rootin'
tootin' days are done
Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my
son

Oh
CHORUS

Ha-ha I knew a lotta women when I was on the
go
They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough
But
my wife Rosie ain't that kind
Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n'
this kid of mine


(ha-ha-ha!)

(ha-ha-ha!)
la-la-la-la)

I'm gonna do some braggin'
up and down the town
I'm walkin' into joints anew and passin' news
around
That me and Rosie got a son
Though he's just been born, gonna buy
him a horn, a baseball, and drum

Oh
CHORUS

He-he's as tiny as
a peanut yet I do declare
Some day he'll look at me and say "Hey, how you
doin' down there?"
He'll be good-hearted like his Ma
But I bet he'll be a
lady-killer just like his Pa

Oh
CHORUS


(Let's hear him laugh) Hey!