Foot-bent impediments, trippin' mankind,
Tread stings can sometimes fling you on your spine.
Pediments are nice 'cause they're highly defined.
Incensed at pedestals in your walking line

Take care and watch your shoes,
You could file a suit, but you might lose.

Incensed at pedestals, always look down.
They wait to trip us where we stroll around.
Look where you walk! Look where you walk!
Yeah, yeah.
Look where you walk! Look where you walk!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Turn-a your foot if one hits your shoe,
Throws your stride to one side, and your ankle turns blue.
Beat Dick, the architect, whose column made you
Hard-trip, the lunatic—one joint's askew!

Take care and watch your shoes,
You could file a suit, but you might lose.

Foot gent, podiatrist, tipplin' though kind.
Has drinks before he tinkers with size 9.
Takes off the Nikes and then toes this line:
"Bent by impediment, the color of wine.

Let's share some bracing booze.
I'll fit you a splint, but still, you might lose."

Incensed at pedestals, incensed at pedestals.

Shoe-la-la, shoe-la-la. . . .