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Gypsy Sock
Why is there always one sock missing when you do the laundry?
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» highest in sub-genre: # 8 (10,311 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Folk)
Lyrics
GYPSY SOCK
I don't like being worn,
That's all I've been since I was born,
Toenails cut like a knife,
It's a sad sock's life,
I don't wanna be stuffed in a drawer,
Or stuck in someone's smelly shoe anymore,
I don't want a sticky foot in me,
I just want to be free, free, free.
Chorus:
I want to run with the wild hose,
Where pens and pencils and guitar picks go,
I want to dance at the free sock hop,
I want to be a gypsy sock
I want to be a gypsy sock.
I don't want to be part of a pair,
Or in the wash with dirty underwear,
Or tickled by some yucky toes,
Or made to walk where socks don't like to go,
Like hanging from a line by my heel,
Or getting darned , I hate the way that feels,
Or getting stretched across a nobby knee,
I want to be free, free, free
Chorus:
Someday soon I'll get my chance,
I will hide inside a pair of pants,
When they open up the dryer door,
I'll escape across the laundry floor,
Then I'll be out on the street,
Not attached to a pair of feet,
Free as the nose that blows,
I will be free to g
I don't like being worn,
That's all I've been since I was born,
Toenails cut like a knife,
It's a sad sock's life,
I don't wanna be stuffed in a drawer,
Or stuck in someone's smelly shoe anymore,
I don't want a sticky foot in me,
I just want to be free, free, free.
Chorus:
I want to run with the wild hose,
Where pens and pencils and guitar picks go,
I want to dance at the free sock hop,
I want to be a gypsy sock
I want to be a gypsy sock.
I don't want to be part of a pair,
Or in the wash with dirty underwear,
Or tickled by some yucky toes,
Or made to walk where socks don't like to go,
Like hanging from a line by my heel,
Or getting darned , I hate the way that feels,
Or getting stretched across a nobby knee,
I want to be free, free, free
Chorus:
Someday soon I'll get my chance,
I will hide inside a pair of pants,
When they open up the dryer door,
I'll escape across the laundry floor,
Then I'll be out on the street,
Not attached to a pair of feet,
Free as the nose that blows,
I will be free to g
