Ooh! My Feet! Maxene Andrews

Alright, alright
Closin' time
Get your tables cleaned up
Get outta here!
Closin' time

Ooh! My feet!
My poor, poor feet
Betcha your life a waitress earns her pay
I've been on my feet
My poor, poor feet
All day long today

Ooh, my toes!
My poor, poor toes
How can I give the service with a smile
When I'm on my toes
My poor, poor toes
Mile after mile after mile after mile after mile

This little piggy's only broken
This little piggy's on the bum
This little piggy's in the middle
Consequеntly, absolutely numb
This little piggy feels the wеight of the plate
Though the freight's just an order of melba toast
And this little piggy is the littlest little piggy
But the big son of a, hurts the most