Artist: Fats Waller

Your Feet’s Too Big ~ Fats Waller

Fats Waller was an American jazz pianist, organist, composer and comedic entertainer.

A skilled pianist — widely recognized as a master of stride piano — Waller was one of the most popular performers of his era, finding critical and commercial success in his homeland and in Europe. Waller was also a prolific songwriter, with many songs he wrote or co-wrote still known to modern audiences, such as “Honeysuckle Rose”, “Ain’t Misbehavin'” and “Squeeze Me”. Fellow pianist and composer Oscar Levant dubbed Waller “the black Horowitz” in a favorable comparison to Russian pianist Vladimir Horowitz. A prolific composer of novelty swing tunes in the 1920s and 30s, Waller sold many of his compositions for relatively small sums, and as they became hits, other songwriters had already claimed them as their own. Thus many standards are alternatively, controversially attributed to Waller.

On December 15, 1943, Waller died of pneumonia while stopped at the railroad station in Kansas City. He was in his private railroad car, returning to New York after a two week engagement in Los Angeles. He collapsed while talking with his manager, Ed Kirkeby. Waller was only 39. His weight of nearly 300 pounds (136 kg) and perpetual drinking habit are believed to have contributed to his premature death.

Your Feet’s Too Big


Who’s that walkin’ round here, Mercy
Sounds like baby patter
Baby elephant patter; thats what I calls it

Say up in Harlem at a table for two
There were four of us
Me, your big feet and you
From your ankles up, I’d say you sure are sweet
From there down; there’s just too much feet
Yes, your feets too big
Don’t want ya, ’cause ya feets too big
Can’t use ya, ’cause ya feets too big
I really hate ya, ’cause ya feets too big

“Do wahs etc”

Where did ya get ‘em
Your girl, she likes you, she thinks you’re nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said she likes your face
She likes your (rig?)
Man, oh, man, those things are too big
Your feets too big
Don’t want cha, ’cause ya feets too big
Mad at you, ’cause your feets too big
I hate you, ’cause your feets too big

My goodness, guns, they’re gunboats
shiff shiff shiff
Oh, your petal extremities are colossal
To me you look just like a fossil
Got me walkin’, talkin’ and squarkin’
‘Cause your feets too big
Yeah, come on and walk that thing
Oh, I’ve never heard of such walkin’, mercy

Your petal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?