I've spent a lifetime lookin' for socks
One ends up in the dryer, and the other's lost
There's some kind of hole where socks are sucked in
If I could figure it out, I'd make a $million$

Chorus

I was lookin' for socks in all the wrong places
Lookin' for socks in strange little spaces
Searchin through drawers, lookin' for traces
Of that argyle pair I'm fond of
Hoping to find a pair that are matching
Can't tolerate this detaching
It sucks--lookin' for socks

History had shown there was no hope in sight
I had done everything to make this sock thing right
Don't know where it started or where it might end
A pair of mismatched socks are sure to offend

Repeat Chorus

Then you came a knockin' on my back door
you found all the socks I'd been lookin' for

They were blown outside through a hole in the dryer
hangin' from trees, and down by the river
Scattered around, some of them buried
Underneath the leaves
Now that you found 'em I'm sure happy
This whole song is getting sappy
But thank you, thank you, for finding my socks