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Throwing shoes seemed like a good, current topic to write about :) This was a 6 hour turnaround from having an idea and recording it, so has some rough bits still which I'll fix in a later version. If you happen to be in a rowdy pub and can organise a bunch of drunks to sing along on the fade out, feel free to record it and send it to me (seriously!).
A lot of fun to make this one.
A lot of fun to make this one.
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Lyrics
Throw Your Shoes
© 2008 Neil Porter
If you see him in a crowded mall
If you see him on the street
If you see him at a restaurant
Take your shoes right off your feet
When you see him in a traffic jam
There’s no need to be discreet
Just keep the bastard in your sights
And liberate your feet
Throw your shoes
You know you want to
Throw ‘em straight and throw ‘em hard
Throw your shoes
There ain’t no trophies, gongs or prizes
But it’ll make you feel
A whole lot better
Lose your footwear
Launch it like a missile
For every helpless child and woman
Buried in Iraq
One for each dead soldier
And a thousand for Katrina
The rest for selling out the world
I'll see you out the back!
Hard to figure how you ever got there
The “leader of the free world” they say
I don’t believe just what you did there
To the free world!
Some dancin’ shoes for Freddie Mac
Something cute for Fannie Mae
A sneaker for democracy
And a boot to see you on your way
No more shoes?
You can find another missile
Toss it, lob it, hurl it, pitch it
Tell him how you feel
Throw your shoes
You know you want to
Throw ‘em straight and throw ‘em hard
Throw your shoes
There ain’t no trophies, gongs or prizes
But it’ll make you feel
A whole lot better
Verse/Chorus/Intro/Outro:
| A | E | G | D |
Bridge:
| B | C | B | C | B | C | A
© 2008 Neil Porter
If you see him in a crowded mall
If you see him on the street
If you see him at a restaurant
Take your shoes right off your feet
When you see him in a traffic jam
There’s no need to be discreet
Just keep the bastard in your sights
And liberate your feet
Throw your shoes
You know you want to
Throw ‘em straight and throw ‘em hard
Throw your shoes
There ain’t no trophies, gongs or prizes
But it’ll make you feel
A whole lot better
Lose your footwear
Launch it like a missile
For every helpless child and woman
Buried in Iraq
One for each dead soldier
And a thousand for Katrina
The rest for selling out the world
I'll see you out the back!
Hard to figure how you ever got there
The “leader of the free world” they say
I don’t believe just what you did there
To the free world!
Some dancin’ shoes for Freddie Mac
Something cute for Fannie Mae
A sneaker for democracy
And a boot to see you on your way
No more shoes?
You can find another missile
Toss it, lob it, hurl it, pitch it
Tell him how you feel
Throw your shoes
You know you want to
Throw ‘em straight and throw ‘em hard
Throw your shoes
There ain’t no trophies, gongs or prizes
But it’ll make you feel
A whole lot better
Verse/Chorus/Intro/Outro:
| A | E | G | D |
Bridge:
| B | C | B | C | B | C | A
davajonah
Nice one Neil!