Your Shoes

Chorus:

Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues,
There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool,
So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you,
Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes,

Verse 1:

I’m sinkin’ ink in a pad, scribblin’ facts from an encyclopaedia,
Blend in with the cleverest kids like a chameleon,
Copy down their answers while they’re listenin’ to the teacher,
Dreamin’ of askin’ this fit girl out when I leave here,
Then (paper bullet) a paper bullet whistles passed my eardrum,
Fired by the same guys that you wanna stay clear from,
Cool dudes, who wear nike air for there school shoes
‘n rob ya food like “ oi goofy, gimme that fruit shoot!

Ya loser,” whippin’ my seat out from underneath me,
pea-nut my tie so tight, I struggle to breathe for three weeks,
(bell ring) the bell screams, my self-esteem diminishes,
I timidly pass a note to that girl when the class finishes,
I’m tripped, (shelves collapse) shelves collapse, up to my neck in folders,
watchin one of the guys put his arm around that girls shoulders,
I shrug ‘em off, “ just another day at school”
Such a fool, I’m a loser man, I wish I was cool but . . .

Chorus:

Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues,
There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool,
So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you,
Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes,

Verse 2:

I’ve been up all night revisin’ to study all the rules to be a cool kid,
Struttin’ into school, like the kids who took my stool did
They bop across menacin’, adrenaline kicks’ in,
“Safe nikes”, (yes!) my head didn’t get kicked in!
They spit, I spit but it dribbles down my chin,
Awkard pause, they giggle as we skip behind the bins,
“cigarette blood?” erm, no it’s harsh on your heart-
Then that fit girl struts passed, “jokes man, got a spark?”

I ease in the ciggy, breathe attitude, “alright”
Try blow a ring of smoke ‘n’ feel my lungs catch alight,
I choke, and clock a teacher boppin’ over proper quick
fail to stub my cigarette and burst in to coughin fit,
Rest of ‘em jus’ bolted it, now I gotta shovel this,
“Honest sir, he said I’ve gotta smoke I’ve the doctors slip”
“’nuff of this, you got detention after school kid”
I’m in a lot trouble, but whatever I’m a cool kid

Chorus:

Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues,
There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool,
So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you,
Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes,

Bridge:

(Teacher and Sketchy Skit)

Verse 3:

I’m flickin paper darts and usin’ a geeks arse for a target,
I’m double-dared to pea-nut this kids tie for a laugh
The fit girl’s glance’, take the risk put his tie my grip,
He’s crying “please I admit it, I’m a wimp, quit it!”
Shit, It’s the kid who helped me rock up all my passes,
He asks “how come you never sit and copy all my answers?”
A crowds gathers, see my reflection in his glasses
I’ve manifest into that kid who pestered me classes,

Screw it, I’m just a pussy if I don’t do it,
I yank his tie, pull it tight “look that guy’s spewin!”
Eye up the fit girl, ‘it’s time to be my girlfriend,’
She Yells, “why the hell d’you think pickin’ on my boyfriend!?”
I’m gobsmacked, I mean literally slapped she wacks me,
A mass of kids mock and attack me, lookin’ back I see
My mates joinin’in with the pack, teacher’s pissed ‘n’ all,
I’m up against the wall, thinkin’ shit this isn’t cool.

Outro:

(Teacher and Sketchy Skit)

Chorus:

Don’t beat yourself up kid or get down in the blues,
There shoe size might be bigger than yours but it don’t mean that they’re cool,
So be happy in your shoes if that feels good for you,
Who needs to swap to a swagger like that, when you walk fine in your shoes,