Sitting with my feet in the
sun
on a quilt on an antique dining room chair.
That settles it!—I’m the feet poet.
on a quilt on an antique dining room chair.
That settles it!—I’m the feet poet.
I’m the feet poet, don’t I
know it!
The sunshine warms my tootsies bare.
Got rows to hoe and I’m gonna hoe it!
The sunshine warms my tootsies bare.
Got rows to hoe and I’m gonna hoe it!
Everyone knows I’m the feet
poet
and allows I own a pretty pair.
Excuse me, don’t mind it I show it!
and allows I own a pretty pair.
Excuse me, don’t mind it I show it!
But will the Trump regime
allow it,
these toes-y rows on which I stare?
Fuck you, Trump, I’m the feet poet!
these toes-y rows on which I stare?
Fuck you, Trump, I’m the feet poet!
Sometimes it gets where you
have to show it,
set your toes on the thoroughfare,
feet in the street and battle for it.
set your toes on the thoroughfare,
feet in the street and battle for it.
They called me Easy Money there.
Got rows to hoe and I’m gonna
hoe it.
Go down, old Hannah, I’m the feet poet!
Go down, old Hannah, I’m the feet poet!
