Intro N.C. Who's that walkin' round here? Mercy, Sounds like baby patter Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it Verso 1: Say, up in Harlem at a table for two There were four of us: me, your big feet, and you From your ankle up, I'll say you sure are sweet * From there down there's just too much feet Yes, your feet's too big Don't want you 'cause your feet's too big Can't use you 'cause your feet's too big I really hate you 'cause your feet's too big Ponte: Lah-dee-doo-dah, Nah-dah-nah-dah Where'd 'ya get 'em? Nah-dee-ah-dah Verso 2: Your girl she likes you, she thinks you're nice Got what it takes to be in paradise She said likes your face, she likes your rig * Man, oh man, them things are too big Oh, your feet's too big Don't want you 'cause your feet's too big Mad at you 'cause your feet's too big I hate you 'cause your feet's too big Instrumental Interlude My Goodness! Gun the gunboats! Ship, ship, ship! Verso 3: Oh your pedal extremities are colossal To me, you look just like a fossil You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin' 'Cause your feet's too big, yeah Come on and walk that thing Oh, I've never heard of such walkin', mercy Outro N.C. Your, your pedal extremities really are obnoxious One never knows, do one?