It started slowly and gradually
With the occasional exotic hairdo.
Well, I didnt really notice. Or mind.
Because a hairdo, thats fashion.
And fashion comes and goes,
But you always need
A decent pair of shoes.
Then came the funny contact lenses
That look like cats eyes or whatever.
Some kind of new procedure, I hear.
My cousin Sol, the optometrist,
He didnt care for the eye thing.
But me? Well, like I said:
Everyone needs good shoes.
And, my God, the all-over hair transplants
Like on the head but matching all-over!
So my niece Becky, shes a seamstress,
Her business has fallen off, bad.
Shes family, so Im helping out.
Which I can, cause my shoes?
I cant keep em in stock.
My brother Isaac, him with the deli,
Freshest cold cuts in the entire county
(Not to mention the widest selection)?
Hes making out like a bandit.
And hes expandingfranchise plans.
Well, thats Isaac. For me
One shoe store is enough.
And then they started in with the tails
And not so much with the pants any more.
Becky saw the writing on the wall
So I took her on as an apprentice.
She sewed cloth, now its leather,
And between you and me
Her shoes, they outsell mine.
This latest thing, its starting to worry me.
I mean, people pasting leather to their feet?
And hooves, yet! It just isnt natural.
Isaac just called me about job openings
Well, I like making shoes!
But hes done good by Sol,
So maybe I should accept.