And the shoe drops, filled to the brim with water
The shoe drowns, but I’m working the pumps
Keeping her afloat, keeping that shoe afloat
But she drops down , drifting, drifting
I’ve no galoshes but my feet are swamped and I can’t say anything
Never admit to cold feet, Dad used to say
Knee-deep in puddles and my only thought is “this is who I am”
My home-grown brand of comedy’s the life that keeps me living
And I’m laughing at the sound of me, laughing at my sight
Because the things I see and say and think
Are clowned up hard for me
A laugh a life and here I find
I’m laughing all alone
Wet shoes, wet feet, wet eyes
“This is who I am”
And I know it’s gonna be alright
I’m taking up the pumps
And the shoe that’s dropped picks up, picks up
Drifting off to sleep