When our movies and morals were black and white
In the not so good old days
You could always be sure it was time for flight
When you heard this well worn phrase:
Feet do your stuff
When the game is way too tough
You don ’t have to play
Just look down and say
Feet do your stuff!
Caught in the buff
By a brute who cuts up rough
You ’d do best to fly
Grab your pants and cry
Feet do your stuff
You ’ll find it comes in handy
When you ’re in an iffy spot
It ’s better to play and run away
Than stay and risk getting shot
Don ’t try to bluff
There just isn ’t time enough
Kiss your lover goodbye
Zip your zipper and cry
Feet do your stuff!
Brain get to work
Can ’t you see what dangers lurk?
Just forget your shoes
You ’ve got more to lose
Feet do your stuff
Hands must you shake
Now that brain is wide awake
Just forget last night
’Cause its time for flight
Feet do your stuff
We ’ll hit the carpet running
There ’s no time to mess around
The message of fear has got to your ear
So now let ’s cover some ground
There just isn ’t time
To remember love sublime
Though the kisses were sweet
Better vote with your feet
Feet do your stuff
I said feet do your stuff
Feet do your stuff