Lisa Lambert & Greg Morrison - Cold Feets lyrics

[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! [George, spoken] Say, what are you up to? [Robert, spoken] I'm singing a song an old negro taught me. A Dixie remedy for wedding day jitters. [George, spoken] You think you've got the jitters? You've got the easy part! I have the weight of the wedding on my shoulders! [Robert, spoken]] George, it sounds like you've got cold feets. [George, sung] 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