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Feet Up (Pat Him On the Po-Po)
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Guy Mitchell
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Written by Bob Merrill
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Peaked at # 14 in 1952
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CHORUS
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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
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Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha!
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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
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Let's hear him laugh
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Ain't seen a babe like this before
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He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more
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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
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Let's hear him laugh
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Ha-ha now I've been known to gamble, take a little drink
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Then there's the night I had a fight and landed in the clink
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But now my rootin' tootin' days are done
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Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son
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Oh
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CHORUS
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Ha-ha I knew a lotta women when I was on the go
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They'd stand in line to drink my wine and help me spend my dough
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But my wife Rosie ain't that kind
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Got her to thank for a buck in the bank 'n' this kid of mine
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(ha-ha-ha!)
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(ha-ha-ha!)
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la-la-la-la)
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I'm gonna do some braggin' up and down the town
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I'm walkin' into joints anew and passin' news around
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That me and Rosie got a son
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Though he's just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum
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Oh
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CHORUS
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He-he's as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare
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Some day he'll look at me and say "Hey, how you doin' down there?"
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He'll be good-hearted like his Ma
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But I bet he'll be a lady-killer just like his Pa
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Oh
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CHORUS
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(Let's hear him laugh) Hey!
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Feet Up
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| Guy Mitchell |
