from “The Little Things” (2013)

 

written by: Neil Jackson

In the carnival of yester year, he lead the parade

The baton twirling icon, the Midas of fifth grade

He was Elvis in a Stetson marching tall and proud in the coolest jamboree

The king of junior hill, the best of company

 

You got your own shoes, sang your own blues, made your own tattoos

Man you were groovy

And your shoes could walk and our blues could talk and those tattoos on your arm made us wanna gawk at you

Yeah you were cool.

 

It’s a strange age, we’re restless when we’re young

And we latch on to anything that’s different or fun

And you were both of these and so much more besides

We watched while you stemmed the flow, you even made it subside

 

You got your own shoes, sang your own blues, made your own tattoos

Man you were groovy

And your blues could walk and our shoes could talk and those tattoos on your arm made us wanna gawk at you

Yeah you were cool.

 

It’s funny how time makes us change

We see things in a different way

You helped us through a difficult age

But we moved on while you stayed

 

You still have your own shoes, sing your own blues, make your own tattoos

Man you were groovy

But you’ve got nowhere to walk and your blues don’t talk, and those self penned tattoos make us wanna gawk at you

Man you look a fool

So you got your own shoes… nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah you got your own shoes

So you got your own shoes… nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah you got your own shoes