Ella Mae Morse Mr. Five By Five
Well, twirl my turban, man alive!
Here come Mr. Five by Five.
He's one of those big fat bouncing boys,
Solid avoirdupois!
Mr. Five by Five,
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide.
He don't measure no more from head to toe,
Than he do from side to side.
Mr. Five by Five,
Got fifty chins and a line of jive.
He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat,
He be Mr. Five by Five.
That man can really jump it for a fat man.
The only trouble is there's no way of knowin',
Whether he's comin' on or goin'.
Mr. Five by Five.
He's slightly plump on his butter side.
He don't shake it no more from head to toe,
Than he do from side to side.
[Instrumental break.]
[Freddy Slack:]
That man (my, my), can really jump it for a fat man
(fat man).
Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin',
[Ella Mae:]
Whether he's comin' on or goin'.
Mr. Five by Five,
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide.
He don't measure no more from head to toe,
Than he do from side to side.
Mr. Five by Five.
