There's a heel, not too high
And a tongue and, of course, laces
I must stop 'cause they've come undone
Tying my shoes

There's a sole underneath
There are uppers made of leather
And I see that they need a shine
Tying my shoes

Want to wear sneakers, and informal footware
Like sandals and clogs. Hate the office, feet hurt, bunions

But my feet must conform
Though I wish I'd bought me slip-ons
Yes, each day these wing-tips I curse
Tying my shoes

Want to wear sneakers, and informal footware
Like sandals and clogs. Hate the office, feet hurt, bunions

Must obsess, paid a mint
When it rains I wear galoshes
And I'm jealous of Birkenstocks
Tying my shoes

Tying my shoes