Letra de «Hot Footin'»
Summertime daze through blister street haze
Wing-tipping, fleet-footing, side-stepping
Ya gimme all your bad talk, boot-pumping
Brass button shucking and guffin'
Street corner preach to gum pop jive turkey
Trotting past that Main Street peep show
Banana-boat Buick blaring stereo can't drown out where he is saying
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking, Salvation Army one man band, hammering guitar in his hand Look at that dude with the silver boom box and the bad, red baseball cap; he wears it just so He'll take your Seiko and sell it back to you, just like that Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
"Brothers and sisters," he tells then, "This broad way ain't the way to Heaven You're so busy dying, you forget you can be born again," "Hey, street preacher, let us be," - he don't pay 'em no mind In front of the bail and bond, down any heel-romping mean street Dude, you can't keep hustling God, no can do That smells about as sweet as rose tattoo
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking, Salvation Army one man band, hammering guitar in his hand Look at that dude with the silver boom box and the bad, red baseball cap; he wears it just so He'll take your Seiko and sell it back to you, just like that Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
"Brothers and sisters," he tells then, "This broad way ain't the way to Heaven You're so busy dying, you forget you can be born again," "Hey, street preacher, let us be," - he don't pay 'em no mind In front of the bail and bond, down any heel-romping mean street Dude, you can't keep hustling God, no can do That smells about as sweet as rose tattoo
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around
