What happens to those missing socks?
Just me, myself and I....with the help of a bunch of friends
Well hey there, thanks for dropping by. I'd offer you a cup of coffee or something, but, well.....
Lyrics
It started like any old Friday
Bobby Sock and the Mrs. were dirty
It was time to come clean
In the washing machine
But in the rinse cycle, Bobby got flirty
He chased after skirts with abandon
Lingerie wasn’t safe with him near
Mrs. tried to ignore
But she could take it no more
And she wished he would just disappear
LIFT:
Then something latched onto Bobby’s toe
Held on tight would not let go…
When he came to he was hung from a clothesline
With other socks in front and behind
He was comforted some, but then his ankle went numb--
When he realized he was one of a kind
He could hear the roar of a Shredder
Making mulch to spread on the lawn
It’s time to be frayed—look at the mess that you’ve made—
A sock don’t get t’be single for long
Yo, Argyle! Bobby called to his neighbor
As he watched the Shredder comin’ on
Are there ways to appeal
If you admit you’re a heel?
But Argy didn’t answer—he was gone.
The Shredder growled hungry below him
Bobby knew that all had been lost--
That’s what happens when you stray away from your mate
And play footsie with the things in the wash.
CHORUS:
Hey, Bobby Sock, don’t act single when you’re not,
Don’t be stocking that cute lingerie;
Darn it all, Bobby Sock—it’s gonna come out in the wash—
Just ‘cause the water feels fine, don’t let your sole rinse away.
[BREAK]
BRIDGE:
Foot loose for years, fancy free no more
Bobby realized he’d been an ultra-knit whore
And hanging by a thread, he prayed for the time
To re-pair things with the Missus and just toe the line
Later on he awoke in the laundry
Was he dreaming or was that his missing mate?
And when he took in the basket he was in
Aw, the cuddles and the kisses were all great;
What’s come over you, teased his sole mate
You’re acting like it’s the end of the world
“I just discovered,†Bobby said, “that without you, I’m thread--
From now on, it’s Bobby Sock, and my girl. “
CHORUS:
Hey, Bobby Sock, don’t act single when you’re not,
Don’t go stocking that cute lingerie;
Darn it all, Bobby Sock—it’s gonna come out in the wash—
Just ‘cause the water feels fine, don’t let your sole rinse away.
Just ‘cause the water feels fine, don’t let your sole rinse away.
