FOR FEEDING ME A MAD COW!!!!
TERRIBLE FRIES!!!!!
== Only ==
Well I just stand to the side as customers go by
I just stay out of the way and hey that's okay
Because I only sell denim.
Kinda selfish for my department to offer so little choice in what people can purchase
Sometimes can see the other register...
Sometimes I can see the other registers...
Sometimes I can see the other place...
Well I'm not concerned
About departments one and two.
Children's and shoes that is.
Because we we don't offer those any more...
No we don't sell those here anymore.
We shall only sell Denim here forevermore.
(Although some times I wander what it feels like to be over there.)
Just the other day
I was asked by a man, even though I don't know who he was
If we had the new Air Jordan's, he'd heard they were all the buzz.
I just stared at him and gave him a grin.
Sir there is something you must know... I said to him.
THERE ARE NO SHOES THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO SHOES THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO FUCKING SHOES... ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO FUCKING SHOES, THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!
(Although we had a few pairs in the back that needed to be taken across the great divide)
Well I was walking down the hall when something strange caught my eye
And it turned out to be a lace
And I had this strange urge, even though I knew it was bad...
But I just couldn't leave it alone, and I finally had to sell it,
Even though it wasn't jeans...
And now I am in the bosses office, awaiting my fate
For breaking inter-departmental regulation number eight.
(VII: Thou shalt not protrude into the business or sales of other departments..)
And now I know why, Yeah now I Know Why.
The shoes and jeans are separated... by the clothesline!!!!
THERE ARE NO SHOES THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO SHOES THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO FUCKING SHOES...ONLY JEANS!!!
THERE ARE NO FUCKING SHOES, THERE ARE ONLY JEANS!!!!
Only... Only... Only... Only... Denim's so lonely, But I must press on, because my life is
full of Jeans...