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This is a more considered version of my recent post - the bridge has been tidied up and it now features the MacJams Pub Chorus in the outro. Its still pretty loose though :)
Thanks to Anne Cozean, rtcooper, Thor Oliversen, Helena Brandstedt, Dave Maguire, Matk Holbrook, Damiengh and Ed Moran for providing the chorus.
Still the same song basically, but better produced. Just figured it would be nice to give people a better copy to download.
Sing along and enjoy.
Happy Christmas everyone!
Neil
Thanks to Anne Cozean, rtcooper, Thor Oliversen, Helena Brandstedt, Dave Maguire, Matk Holbrook, Damiengh and Ed Moran for providing the chorus.
Still the same song basically, but better produced. Just figured it would be nice to give people a better copy to download.
Sing along and enjoy.
Happy Christmas everyone!
Neil
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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
thoddi
Good one:)