Lyrics Hot Dogs - Blind Lemon Jefferson

Feets all right, just now from the doctor
Give me my box, and let me try ′em again
Told you my feets gonna dance
These are the hot dogs
I mean red hot
Now listen to me. My feets never failed on me but once
That was last Saturday night, down at that booger rooger
On June the Fourth
That law come in
I was... I was fairly choked
He broke up that party
Everybody got away but me
My old feets failed on me then
But you oughta see 'em now
Hmm, a rabbit wouldn′t have a chance
Not a ghost of a show
Hey, hey... watch what I'm usin' everybody
Lemon′s hot dogs movin′ all the time
Ha ha! Don't wear no crutches now
Throwed ′em 'way last night
Me and my feets is never late
Me and my feet just won′t wait
These not no weary dogs, they are the hottest kind of dogs
I mean they're steamin′ puppies
Now on my feet's The Gypsy Hound
You oughta see me do the Black Bottom now
Oh, darn my feets, my feets have went bad on me now
All right folks, turn over the record
Let me tell you all about these weary dogs of mine