Gypsy Sock
James Gordon


I don't like being worn,
That's all I've been since I was born,
A toenail cuts like a knife,
It's a sad sock's life

I don't wanna be stuffed in a drawer
Or stuck in somebody's shoe any more
I don't want a sweaty foot in me
I just want to be free, free, free.

Just let me run with the wild hose,
Where pens and pencils and the car keys 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 all that underwear
Or tickled by somebody's 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 knobby knee
I just want to be free, free, free

I'll run with the wild hose,
Where pens and pencils and the car keys go,
I want to dance at the free sock hop
I want to be a gypsy sock
I want to be a gypsy sock

Gypsy sock, gypsy sock, I want to be a Gypsy sock.

Someday soon I'll take my chance
And I'll 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 go

Where I'll run with the wild hose,
Where pens and pencils and the car keys go,
I'll dance at the free sock hop
I will be a gypsy sock
I will be a gypsy sock
I will be-e-e a gypsy sock