Feet Up lyrics

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 <Instrumental-first two lines of CHORUS> (ha-ha-ha!) <Instrumental-next two lines of CHORUS> (ha-ha-ha!) <Instrumental-third two lines of CHORUS sung as (Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, la-la-la-la-la- la-la-la-la) <Instrumental-seventh line of CHORUS (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha , ha, ha ,ha) 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 <series of (ha, ha, ha's> (Let's hear him laugh) Hey!