[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 passing 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-killer just like his Pa