Fancy Shoes

There’s a thunder cloud behind those eyes A storm’s a-brewin’ in your mind’s thoughts A static-electrical discharge will emulate for your swollen heart Well the doctor prescribes Rubber soles You can teach a robot how to dance You can’t teach a pair of shorts how to pants Stand between two mirrors And look into the distance You see you turn infinite Still you’re only human It’s a suit-and-tie affair And you’re only wearing shoes Although they’re pretty slick No one will let you through [Chorus] (Well) It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes It’s all about the words you choose It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes If it’s all about the friends you lose It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes So why would, why would you? [SPOKEN] I can see where they may be some confusion I was just once just like you Let me tell you a story to clarify the matter Once upon a time a mouse put on some shoes ‘Hey, friend, where’d you get those fancy shoes? Are you wearing them, or are they wearing you? I’ve seen you walking down the boulevard You must’ve come pretty far You make it look really hard Those shoes sparkle gold and blue They seem brand new Must’ve set you back a few Oh, my fancy shoes— It shocked me I’m in the path of a bus in the middle of a busy street!’ You can fix a robot Buff out the dents Strap ‘em into a pair of fancy shoes And flip the switch to ‘commence.’ But when all said and done Are the shoes built for fun? Or to protect from broken glass Or toe-biters in tall grass? When everyone’s in red You wear Blue It’s just like you to ignore simple truths [Chorus] (Well) It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes It’s all about the words you choose It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes If it’s all about the friends you lose It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes It’s all about the toes you lose It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes So why would, why would you?