Lyrics

I put on my pointy-toed boots and chipped a front tooth to get into the proper mood for this trip back to 1977...

(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes

Yeah he’s always so disgusted
That’s why the Littles are amused
Black Friday prices gettin’ busted
So, Mister Tony’s gonna buy more deck shoes

But when he took a look inside of his closet
And what he saw there was sure to confuse
No he won't need any others
‘Cause Tony’s got three boxes of shoes

Oh-oh
It seems your memory is starting to fray
Now your shoe shopping’s turned to Groundhog Day
Next thing you’ll say you saw Ned Ryerson
You’re clearly starting to lose it, let’s just say it

Oh, let’s get that shopping list adjusted (no more Bass)
You got sweaters you don’t use (kid ‘cause we love)
Kids just want you out the house (oh so long dad)
Outlets so hard to refuse
Here’s how you tell that you’re too old
When you’re buying back-ups for your back-up shoes