Song Of Foot লিরিক্স

Sometimes when I am well fed and my mind... Doesn't have my best interests in mind It's the times like these That my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head Cause when I play any regular sort of tune Like a Shotish or a Waltz or a Jig or a Reel Or a Certims or a Hornpipe or a Polka My fever will have nothing to do with the proper time No my fever will have no to do with the proper time Times when I am well fed and my mind... Doesn't have my best interests in mind It's the times like these That my feet, they speak and sing, cause they do so better than can my head Let them speak their heady opinions though and you'll hear... Oil and butter Lots of oil, lots of butter Oil and butter