The Boots Are Back In Town
Come on in boys have a seat
mama and "the boots" are back
You know the ones, those
thigh high red suede boots,
any others hangin around
are just imitations
You there, you remember the boots
I am sure, sorry about the broken
arm n all but you shouldn't of
stolen them, I know, I know you
just borrowed them,
Miss, with your new figure
the boots should look better than
eve on your, they make everyone
look good
Hey Pops, I know your took a turn
in them, behind closed doors of course
how was the fit, bit wobbly dancin around
in them were you,
Hey you new guys and gals
who are not familar with the
boots maybe I will just have to reintroduce
them, here, you'll get to know the place,
it is called The Inkwell"
Many of the old timers can tell
you all about it the table dancin
all sorts of gettin down things
Prancin, dancin to the song Honey Honey,
Santa's got a Brand New Bag Blues
that sort of thing, the stuffs that makes
ya laugh, makes ya want to come back
time after time
Hey, me n the boots gotta boggie but
check back now n again
me n the boots will be here, yeah were
back
Copyright © Carol Grant | Year Posted 2011
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