I'm the man in the socks,
Woolier than a sheep's.
Don't you think they are keen?
Yesiree,

Bleach them white,
(they were once brown)
Clean and nice.
(Til' I walk around)
See, no lines.
(Til' I see mud)
So bleach them white,
Until they aren't brown.

I use Tide and some bleach,
If I stepped in grit.
Throw them in the washer.
Yessir.

Bleach them white,
(they were once brown)
Clean and nice.
(Til' I walk around)
See, no lines.
(Til' I see mud)
So bleach them white,
Until they aren't brown.

(guitar solo)

Bleach them white,
(they were once brown)
Clean and nice.
(Til' I walk around)
See, no lines.
(Til' I see mud)
So bleach them white,
Until they are not brown.