Six Feet of Papa Songtext
von Annette Hanshaw

Da doo da da dee
Da da da da dee

I wasn′t quick at arithmetic
When I went to school
Adding and subtraction
Drove me to distraction
I never made the seventh grade
Still, I'm not a fool
Cause there′s one little sum
At which I'm not so dumb

Add six feet of papa
Five feet of mama
You get eleven
But I get heaven
Cause that six feet of papa
Belongs to me


Now, if you think I'm lying
Try multiplying
Six feet of blisses
Times fifty kisses
Every night we′re rehearsing
The answer, you see

I′ve had sweeties four feet four
Now I've got me two feet more
Does he thrill me through and through?
Well, you can bet your boots he do

Add six feet of papa
Five feet of mama
You get eleven
But I get heaven
Cause that six feet of papa
Belongs to me

Add six feet of papa
Five feet of mama
You get eleven
But I get heaven
Cause that six feet of papa
Belongs to me, me, me me me


Now, if you think I′m lying
Try multiplying
Six feet of blisses
Times fifty kisses
Every night we're rehearsing
The answer, you see

Take a kiss and add a kiss
You′ll find out your answer's bliss
We don′t count our kisses - why?
Just cause we can't count that high

Add six feet of papa
Five feet of mama
You get eleven
But I get heaven
Cause that six feet of papa
Belongs to me
Dwee-dwee-da
That six feet of papa
Belongs to me