Cobbler

More and more I find

I thought I lost what I left behind

On and on it goes

Through the door and away it goes



So I'll find myself a new pair of shoes

Make myself a new pair of shoes



Up and down my spine

Feeling broken and now I find

That's the way it's been

My bottom teeth are made of tin



Find myself a new pair of shoes

Make myself a new pair of shoes

Grow myself

Steal myself

Make myself a new pair of shoes



Down and out of time

Slipping underneath the slime

Out the monkey hole

Pay for things I thought I stole



Can you tell my the way it oughta feel

When I'm walking down the road

And I'm looking for a deal

Can you tell 'bout the way I better go

When the sun is coming up

And my shadow starts to show



Hiding out in a cave up in the hills

With a rabbit and a rooster

And some elevating pills

See me round every Monday afternoon

With eleven dog eared doughnuts

And a giant pink baboon



More and more I find

There's not a lot that I left behind

On the lawn it grows

Find the wind and the way it blows