The time has long come and gone P.F. Flyers Converse high-cuts or maybe a new pair of Docs And I know what I'll do I'll appeal to their sense of brotherhood And when nobody's looking I'll grab a pair and I'll start hoofin' Well in these cold, grey days It's no longer news Henry needs a new pair of shoes These feet aren't made of rock And if they had genitalia they'd have frozen their nuts off And if the shoe should fit Believe you me I'd wear 'em And if I steal your wallet All ten piggies are going to market Henry needs a new pair of shoes To get him past these barefoot blues And he'd walk a mile in his own shoes If he only had 'em Come on Henry, up and at 'em Put one foot in front of the other Henry needs new footwear he doesn't need a mother And the important question posed Is, how not to lose his toes 'Cause it's fifteen below And Henry's got nowhere to go man