Six Feet of Papa

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