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 now I am in the bosses office, awaiting my fate
For breaking inter-departmental regulation number eight.
(VIIVIII: 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!!!!