Air Conditioned Socks
Well all of my socks have found a hole
My wife says it's there so my toe can grow
Now I don't know if this is true
But if it is, I need a hole in my shoe
When I walk around, it looks like a snail
Poking his head out of his itty bitty shell
I want you to know even tho it's rude
That my toe feels naked, you know, nude
I thought about drawing two eyes and a nose
Cause I follow it around where ever it goes
Maybe telling people it's a new kinda pet
And we're going for a walk, it's not housebroke yet
Well I tried to buy more but they're not in stock
Cause there's no such thing as an air conditioned sock
So I bought me some scissors and the good Lord willing
I'm gonna make my own brand and make me a killing
Well the moral of this story just so you know
Is I just found out that my wife can't sew
She told me a lie that simply wasn't true
And now I'm stuck with a hole in my shoe
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