Cold Feets

Hey there, Mister Mirror Man
Shakin' and a quakin'
Tremblin' like them fraidy cats do
Somethin' big be botherin' you

Cold feets
Cold feets
Brother, you got cold feets
You can make them cold feets hot
With a little rhythm

Young feets
Old feets
Can be uncontrolled feets
Rhythm make them 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!

Say, what are you up to?
I'm singing a song an old Negro taught me
A Dixie remedy for wedding day jitters
Ha! You think you've got jitters?
You got the easy part!
I have the weight of the wedding on my shoulders!
George, it sounds like you've got cold feets
What do I got?
Cold feets
What do I want?
Bold feets!
What do I do? Scold feets?
No!
You make the cold feets hot!

5-6-7-8
Cold feets, cold feets
Turn 'em into bold feets
Rhythm make them cold feets hot
You make the cold feets hot
You make the cold feets hot
You make the cold feets hot