Feet Up (Pat Him On the Po Po) - Guy Mitchell

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

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, 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

Ha ha ha

Ha ha ha

Ha ha, ha ha ha

La la la la, la la la la

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I’m gonna do some braggin'

Up and down the town

I’m walkin' into joints a-new

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

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

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

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 ha ha ha ha ha

Let’s hear him laugh, hey