Feet Up lyrics

Artist  : Guy Mitchell 
Song : Feet Up
 


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!