Lyrics

There's a hole in my boat shoe dear Michael, dear Michael
There's a hole in my boat shoe dear Michael, a hole.

How is this my problem, dear Dad, dear Dad,
How is this my problem, dear Dad, why me?

Which ones shall I wear now, dear Michael, dear Michael
A new or an old pair, a left or a right?

Just pick one you old man, you old man, you old man
Just pick one you old man, you old man pick one!

These go to the beach house dear Michael, dear Michael
These go to the beach house, these ones for the dog. . . .


From an 18th century folk tune sung at Hewlett High School