[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 a 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 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]
What do I got?

What do I want?

What do I do—scold feets? 
[ROBERT]
Cold feets

Bold feets

Nooooo!
You make 'da cold feets hot[ROBERT & GEORGE]
5-6-7-8
Cold feets, cold feets
Turn '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