Hole in My Sock

I've a hole in my sock where my toe pokes through
Have a care
Don't stare
When I'm without a shoe
The sun burns inside it
While the cold turns my skin blue
Round the hole in my sock where my toe pokes through

The situation is embarrassing me
My teachers are complaining
My parents are harassing me
At a job interview what's the last thing you should do?
Wear a sock with a hole where your toe pokes through

Yes that tear near my tootsie
Makes me look such a mess
When I'm walking anywhere
I feel half-undressed
To create a good impression
Remove uncertainty and doubt
Don't wear a sock with a hole where your toe pokes out

If I knew how to darn I'd contemplate sewing it
My friends say "It's beyond repair
"You should consider throwing it!"
I'd get banned from the army, the police and boy scouts
If I wore a sock with a hole where my toe poked out

The space that's been created emits odour from my feet
Making people shake in fear and frequently retreat
The old cotton went rotten
It's now moth-eaten and chewed
That hole in my sock where my toe pokes through

One day I reckon my sock will be ALL hole
Then exposed to the air will be my ankle, heel and sole
So please - slip me Sellotape, a stapler, nail or screw
And I'll mend the hole in my sock where my toe pokes through