Cold Feets Lyrics > Drowsy Chaperone, The

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
Ivy 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'vee got cold feets.

(sung)
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
Last Update: June, 10th 2013