Feet Up (Pat Him On the Bo-Bo) - 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-looking, 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 rooting tooting days are done

Gotta be the man that he thinks I am 'cause I love my son

Ha ha I knew a lot of 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

I’m gonna do some bragging up and down the town

I’m walking into joints anew and passing news around

That me and Rosie got a son

Though he’s just been born, gonna buy him a horn, a baseball, and drum

He he’s as tiny as a peanut yet I do declare

Some day he’ll look at me and say, «Hey, how you doing down there?»

He’ll be good-hearted like his Ma

But I bet he’ll be a lady-killer just like his Pa