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