Henry’s Got Flat Feet

Henry’s got flat feet
Can’t dance no more (ha-hahaha)
Henry’s got flat feet
Can’t dance no more
Every time he starts dancing
He has to stop ’cause his feet get sore, sore, sore

He can’t hop on his flat feet
Like he used to
Rock on his flat feet
Like he wants to
Move on his flat feet
Like he should do
Groove on his flat feet
Like he ought to
He sits around
And he wishes he could
Jump with his baby
When the music gets good, whew

Henry’s got flat feet
His dancing days are gone, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Henry’s got flat feet
His dancing days are gone
Every time he starts swinging
He has to stop
‘cause someone dances on his corn
Whoa whoa whoa

Woo-hoo

He can’t hop on his flat feet
Like he used to
Rock on his flat feet
Like he wants to
Move on his flat feet
Like he should do
Groove on his flat feet
Like he ought to
He sits around
And he wishes he could
Jump with his baby
When the music gets good, whew

Henry’s got flat feet
Can’t dance no more (ha-hahaha)
Henry’s got flat feet
Can’t dance no more
Every time he starts dancing
He has to stop ’cause his feet get sore, sore, sore, sore
Sore sore sore...
Say they are, whatever
My feet is killing me, hm, hm, hm
My my