Robert Hey there Mister Mirror Man Shakin' and a quakin' Tremblin' like 'dem fraidy cats do Somethin' big be botherin' you
Cold Feets Cold Feets
Brother you got cold feets You can make 'dem cold feets hot With little rhythm
Young Feets Old Feets Can be uncontrolled feets Rhythm make 'dem cold feets trot Down the aisle
FRosty arches They can learn to swing Ivy toes can jive Wedding marches Played in ragtime swing Make frigid soles come alive And take that dive
Cold feets Shmold feets Turn 'em into bold feets Rhythm make them cold feets Hot!
(spoken) George Say what are you up to?
Robert I'm singing a song an old Negro taught me. A Dixie remedy fro wedding day jitters.
George You think you've got the jitters? You've got the easy part! I have the weight of the wedding on my shoulders!
Robert George, it sounds lke you'vee got cold feets.
(sung) George What do I got?
Robert Cold feets
George What do I want?
Robert Bold feets
George What do I do- scold feets?
Robert Nooooo! You make 'da cold feets hot
Both 5-6-7-8 Cold Feets cold feets Thurn 'em into bold feets Rhythm make 'dem cold feets hot You make da cold feets hot You make da cold feets hot You make da cold feets hot