Stinky Feet
Stinky Feet
Hey bus driver stop & let me off
I just threw up in my mouth & it sucks
We stand stiil almost idle in our jeans
Looking back at the world of mean
Change your underware & socks
Those shoes that your wearing really strong stench
Were you running the bases thinking you were Bucky Dent
Just like a cold clap in the dark we lit the spark
A hero's dream not any evil scheme
Maybe getting soaked from being outside in the rain
A clam smells worse then you biting off more then we could chew
Like a cold clap in the dark you have lit the inner spark
This is a good time to change your shoes
No reruns of watching Hill Street Blues
We stand alone through the pathway of sin
Letting go then no where to begin
You got stinky feet with a line darwn in the sand
A shallow dark moon filled with cheese
Where is the source of this dreadful stench
Trying to make sense of it all while I lay on this bench
In heightened portals perhaps it's a loose fit
There's a rage in the cage take some time to move those hips
What an odor can't even see what's ahead of me
Get a new pair of clogs our else it will be the death you see
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