Fidgety Feet

POTTER:
Somethlng is the matter with me.
Oh, but it’s chronic!
PHIL:
Do you need a tonic?
POTTER:
Oh, can’t you see
A dumb thing is the matter with me.
I’m in condition —
I need no physician.
PHIL:
What can it be?
POTTER:
You can help me out.
PHIL:
What’s it all about?
POTTER:
I’ve got fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet!
Oh, what fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet!
Say, mate, come and be my sway mate;
How can anyone resist that rhythmical beat?
You will never go wrong, never go wrong, never go wrong
If you toddle along, toddle along, toddle along.
All I need’s a partner to make my life complete —
Two more fidgety, fidgety feet