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The sky above, a graveyard
Telephone’s dial
Old shoes hang above on lines
The wind blows
Telephone’s chime
Ricocheting off hardwood floors
Tall ceilings are not high enough
The fireplace is lit for heat
Nothing’s ever hot enough
You’re so cool
I’m on my way back from the store
People are out on the streets
I hop up the stairs
Asphalt to sidewalk’s concrete
Neighbors sit and stare
Got something to share?
Check the mail
The door opens
Envelopes, letters pour out like hail
Options pile fast
I’ll go for the best
They’ll want half
The story will last

I know, I know, I know
I don’t need the suit
Bow-tied I flow
To a beat of a flute
Whistle, whistle, boom
Omen or doom
Don’t want any other shoes
I know, I know, I know
I don’t want any other shoes

Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
My shoes fit fine

I’ve got the Marlin
Everyone’s-ah shark
I pick up the pace
Cause I’m younger than the Old Man
And the Sea has never stopped
Me quick as the sand
I don’t sink beneath
Oysters make fools
Grace me with your presence
Presents, charming tools
Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool

Double-tied, my laces
I’m running through life
On a 100 meter dash
Reeling in the gold
While Doberman’s pinch at my heels
The prize I want to hold
And the fabric is gone
The thrown have flown
Floating through skies
On a velvet throne
Trickster stole
What was on my sleeve
You may have the deed
But it’s signed to me

I know, I know, I know
I don’t need the suit
Bow-tied I flow
To a beat of a flute
Whistle, whistle, boom
Omen or doom
Don’t want any other shoes
I know, I know, I know
I don’t want any other shoes

Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
My shoes fit fine

A collar, dodge the hose
A T I chose
My hands fold into my pockets
Like tea leaves in wood crates
In the City of Notions
Digging deeper into the ocean
For a fresh tempt
At catching the esteem
Prevail and people enjoy each catch
From my line
My hook looks like your satchel?
I don’t want any other shoes
Why do you want mine?
Fine, now make sure
They come back shined

I know, I know, I know
I don’t need the suit
Bow-tied I flow
To a beat of a flute
Whistle, whistle, boom
Omen or doom
Don’t want any other shoes
I know, I know, I know
I don’t want any other shoes

Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
Everyone’s-oh cool, so cool
My shoes fit fine

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