Sometimes when I am worth it   And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind   Doesn't have my best interests in mind   To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing   'Cos they do so better than can my hand      'Cos when I play any regular sort of tune   Like a [Incomprehensible] or a waltz or a jig or aria   Or settings on bibe or polka   My feet will have nothing to do it's a proper time   No, my feet will have nothing to do it's a proper time      Times when I am worth it   And my mind doesn't have my best interests in mind   Doesn't have my best interests in mind   To times like these that my feet, they speak and sing   'Cos they do so better than can my hand      Let them speak their heady opinions though   And you'll hear oil and butter, oil and butter   Lots of oil and some butter, oil and butter