(Springfield)
He just turned seventeen
When the moment came
He was standing on the corner
In the pouring rain
She pulled up along side
And rolled the window down
And said "Can I drive you
in some part of town"
He slid in beside her
With a great big smile
The lady had class
It stood out a mile
His heart was a beating
Like a big bass drum
Thinking at last
His time had come
He started talking fast
Trying to loosen up
But he just felt dumb and stupid
So he shut up
She said "don't think I'm fast
'Cause I'm really not"
But his fevered little brow
It was getting hot
She pulled into the driveway
Of a big brown stone
He was champing at the bit
And in a husky tone
She said "My husband's working
He'll be gone all day"
But he couldn't believe it
When he heard himself say
I'm getting cold feet
I'm getting cold feet
Lady don'cha hear me talking to you
Hey there's something that you can do
I'm so nervous I just might shit too
I've got them cold, cold feet
Well a couple years on
And our hero's grown
He's a professional musician
With a band of his own
Hadn't had much luck
With the girls that he meets
Love is giving him a case of terminal cold feet
He met a girl not too long ago
She thought she could change him
But it wasn't so
As soon as she mentioned long term romance
He went into that same old song and dance
I'm getting cold feet
c-c-c-c-c-cold feet
I'm getting cold feet
c-c-c-c-c-cold feet
Mama don'cha hear me talkin' to you
No there ain't some
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