Song of Foot

Sometimes when I am worth it And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind Doesn't have my best interests in mind To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing Cause they do so better than can my hand Cause when I play any regular sort of tune Like a [scherzo?] or a waltz or a jig or aria Or settings on bibe or polka My feet will have nothing to do, it's a proper time No, my feet will have nothing to do, it's a proper time Times when I am worth it And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind Doesn't have my best interests in mind To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing Cause they do so better than can my hand Let them speak their heady opinions though And you'll hear oil and butter, oil and butter Lots of oil and some butter, oil and butter