Guy Mitchell - Feet Up lyrics

[Chorus:] 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 pa**ing 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-k**er just like his Pa