Song of Foot Songtext
von Andrew Bird

Sometimes when I am well-fed
And my mind doesn′t have my best interests in mind
Doesn't have my best interests in mind
It′s at times like these
That my feet, they speak and sing
'Cause they do so better than can my head

'Cause when I play any regular sort of tune
Like a Shotish, or a Waltz, or a Jig, or a Reel
Or a Certims, or a Hornpipe, or a Polka
My feet will have nothing to do with the proper time
No, my feet will have nothing to do with the proper time


Times when I′m well-fed
And my mind doesn′t have my best interests in mind
Doesn't have my best interests in mind
It′s at times like these
That my feet, they speak and sing
'Cause they do so better than can my head

Let them speak their heady opinions though
And you′ll hear
Oil and butter
Oil and butter
Lots of oil, lots of butter
Oil and butter