Mom made my 
She knitted it with her hands [bad word] making is
family tradition
Going back to the caveman days
They were walking around in a haze
Until they figured it out
And they said
“Gosh dang, this is great!”
But now I’m like a prehistoric screwball
Walking ‘round with no  at all, I said

Where’s my ?
I thought it was here
Under the bench
But it isn’t there
I’ve got no idea where it disappeared to [bad word] late, I can’t be late
I can’t go out without my 
It’s cold outside if my toes get wet
And people will think that I’m an alien
Just [bad word] in to make a friend

Meg likes to hide it
She says that it gives her a kick
It may be under [bad word] Or stuck in a shoe closet
Or tumbling round in the washing machine
She’s always trying to get me clean
She adds detergent and Bounce to eliminate static cling
It’s gonna be another hour or more
Till I am ready to walk out the door, I said

People can you hear me talking
I know you all are happy, rawking
Could you lend me a dime . . . pretty please?
Brother, sister got time? I got no-- [bad word] on my feet [bad word] in my drawer [bad word] in my shoes
Or  on the floor, I said