Track byGraham Parker, The Rumour
Parker I ain't got no worry, I ain't in no hurry You better tell your mother that you're a real soul brother. I have to say it's all right at five past midnight And we don't stop rolling until the floor boards cave in. Yeah, I feel like living to die When I feel the blade, I wanna cry. Oh, I got my good old soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes on my feet. If you want to leave me, go dance with another guy If you want to grieve me, baby, just set my soul to die, oh. Soul shoes, soul shoes, soul shoes, soul shoes. The place is buzzing, we don't let the fuzz in You better tell your mother that you're a real soul brother. Then I feel like living to die When I thrill the blade, I don't know how to cry. Oh, soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes on my feet. Soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes I got my soul shoes on my feet, oh.