The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
The Ink Spots
Music by Fred Fisher, lyrics by Ada Benson. First recorded by the Ink Spots in 1935, later recorded by Fats Waller in 1939.
Yeah, yeah
[Spoken]
What's the matter wit'chu, boy?
My feets too big, yeah, yeah
No meat on my bones, no sign of a pot
I looks in the mirror and I thinks I'm hot
I've been to the dentist and had my mo-lars glistened
Oh boys, but my gal won't listen
Oh, your feet's too big!
She don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big!
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big
Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big
(Tell us about it, brother Deek)
Lookie here boys, I done passed my insurance test
Everything matches includin' my red vest
Passed my gal standin' and I asked her a settin'
This is the answer that I keeps on gettin'
Feet's too big!
I don't want you 'cause your feet's too big
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big
Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big
(Tell us about it, brother Charlie)
Now honey, I likes you cause you sho is nice
Why, you got just what it takes to paradise
Now I likes your face and I likes that rig
But I'm sorry honey, 'cause yo feet is too big
Oh, your feet's too big!
She don't want you 'cause your feet's too big
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big
Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big
(Tell us about it there, brother Hoppy!)
Now up in Harlem, at a table for two
There sit four of us, me, your big feet, and you
From your ankles up, boy you sure is sweet
But from your ankles down, you've got too much feet
Oh, your feet's too big
She don't want you 'cause your feet's too big
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big
Hate ya 'cause your feet's too big
(What yo gal say to you, boy)
[Scat]
Your Feet’s Too Big was written by Fred Fisher & Ada Benson.