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
Icy 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've got cold feets.
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