Feet up

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!