Fats Waller & Ray Shell Follow

Sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter that's what I calls it

Say up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us, me, your big feet and you
From your ankles up, I'd 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 you feet's too big
Can't use you, 'cause you feet's too big
I really hate you, 'cause you feet's too big

Where did you get them?
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 ray
Man oh man them things are too big

Oh, your feet's too big
Don't want you, 'cause you feet's too big
Mad at you, 'cause your feet's too big
I hate you, 'cause your feet's too big

[Incomprehensible]
Ship, ship, ship

Oh your podalic 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
Your, your podalic extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?

Sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter that's what I calls it