Your Feet's Too Big - The Hot Sardines

Up in Harlem at a table for two

There were four of us: me, your big feet and you

From your ankles up, you sure look sweet,

But from there down, there’s just too much feet

Your feet’s too big

Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big

Can’t use you 'cause your feet’s too big

I hate you 'cause your feet’s too big

Wah dee doo dah

Rah nah nah nyow

Where d’ya get them

Oh now, you know I like you, I think you’re nice

You got the stuff to take a girl to paradise

I like your face, I love your rig

But oh baby, those things are too big

Your feet’s too big

Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big

I can’t use you, they’re just too big

Mad at you, 'cause your feet’s too something

Now when you go and die, no-one's gonna sob

The undertaker’s gonna have quite a job

You’re gonna look funny, when they lay you in the casket

Oh look at those feet, stickin' up out the basket

‘Cause your feet’s too big

Don’t want you 'cause your feet’s too big

I can’t use you 'cause your feet’s too big

Just hate you 'cause your feet’s too big

Yeah your feet’s too big

This is a song about your feet now baby

‘Cause they’re just too big

And you know what they say about big feet don’t you?

Big shoes