Song of Foot

Sometimes when I am worth it
And my mind doesn’t have my best interests in mind
Doesn’t have my best interests in mind
To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing
'Cause they do so better than can my head
Cause when I play any regular sort of tune
Like a Schottische or a Waltz, a Jig, a Reel
A Set Dance, a Hornpipe, a Polka
My feet will have nothing to do with the proper time
No, my feet will have nothing to do with the proper time
Sometimes when I am worth it
And my mind doesn’t have my best interests in mind
Doesn’t have my best interests in mind
To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing
Cause they do so better than can my head
Let them speak their heady opinions though
And you’ll hear oil
And butter
Oil
And butter
Lots of oil
And some butter
Oil
And butter