Feet Up (Pat Him on the Po-Po) Songtext / Lyric

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
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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
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<series of (ha, ha, ha's>
(Let's hear him laugh) Hey!