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

Because when I play any regular subtle tune
Like a Shotish or a Waltz or a Jig or a Reel
Or a Certims or a Hornpipe or a Polka
My fever will have nothing to do with the proper time
No, my fever will have no to do with the proper time

Times when I am well fed and my mind
Doesn't have my best interests in mind
Times when I am well fed and my mind
Doesn't have my best interests in mind
It's the times like these
That my feet, they speak and sing
Because they do so better than can my head

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


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