"Sweet Little Shoe" as written by and Jesse Winchester....
You're a swell shing-a-linger
You can bop and birdland, too
You're a swell shing-a-linger
You can rock and sock and birdland, too
Well you look just like your mama
But you sure swing a sweet little shoe

They can bop until Sunday
And they'll never bop like you
They can bop a month of Sundays
And they'll never bop a bit like you
Well you talk just like your daddy
But you do swing a sweet little shoe

So hey, let's do that shuffle thing
That we worked out together
Come on girl and fan my flame
Shake a tail feather
Ladies in the neighborhood are
Talking about a scandal
All this funky folderol is
Just too hot to handle now

I got some brand new school shoes
And they are killing my feet
I got some shiny, new school shoes
And man, these things are murder on my feet
They might look nice in Sunday school
But they're no good for dancing in the street




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"Sweet Little Shoe" as written by Jesse Winchester

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