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"Boots for Sale"

  

  (Only worn five times.)   

 

 

I bought myself some high-heeled boots like Tina Turner wears,

The first time that I wore them, I tumbled down the stairs.

 

 I broke my leg and had to stay in hospital for days

Up to my thigh in plaster and a mountain of X-rays.

 

 

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oot oo oo oots

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts.  Like Tina Turner wears.  

 

  

  

Now, when my leg was mended, I wore the boots again,

They rubbed great blisters on my heels and I was wracked with pain.

 

The third time that I wore them, was on a shopping spree

My heel jammed in the pavement and I couldn’t get it free.

 

I pulled and tugged to no avail, a passer by pulled too,

Then up came a policeman to see what he could do.

 

He stood there with his truncheon, “ ‘Ello! ‘Ello!” said he

He bashed the boot a hundred times but he couldn’t get it free.

 

He called a council worker who was leaning on his shovel

“No, no, not me I can’t,” he said, “ ‘Cause I would get in trouble.”

 

Then up came Dai the burglar, said, “Leave this task to me,”

He brought out his big crow bar and soon my boot was free.

 

 

Repeat Chorus  

 

  

 

The fifth time that I wore the boots I went to Parc and Dare

I stumbled in the circle and went flying through the air.

 

I landed on the centre stage to rapturous applause

“It’s Mary Poppins”, someone called, “And I just saw her draws.”

 

Red faced I struggled to my feet the audience wanted more

I bowed then limped into the wings to a thunderous  ‘Encore ‘.

 

For months the boots lay hidden, I couldn’t bare to see

Those high-heeled, sexy monsters that had made a fool of me.

 

For Tina’s boots I realised I didn’t have the flair

So, I advertised them on E-bay. now they’ve gone to Cherrie Blair.

  

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo t oo oo oots

High Heeled boo oo ts

High Heeled boo oo ts.  Now they’ve gone to Cherrie Blaire.

 

  

 

 

by Anna Brown

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