Song of Foot

Sometimes when I am well-fed
 And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind
 Doesn't have my best interests in mind
 It's at times like these
 That my feet, they speak and sing
 'Cause they do so better than can my head
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 'Cause when I play any regular sort of tune
 Like a Shotish, or a Waltz, or a Jig, or a Reel
 Or a Certims, or a Hornpipe, or 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
 Times when I'm well-fed
 And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind
 Doesn't have my best interests in mind
 It's at 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, lots of butter
 Oil and butter