Shelltoes or Brogues

Disc Jockey, drop the bass
 Now the Hats
 You know it's rather a bit of a bore
 To be told by the interweb trolls
 That your footwear's incorrect
 'I've got the wrong soles'
 It's tricky, true, as the Reverend said
 "To Rock a Shoe, to Complement the Threads"
 The continental tread, or the leather under-sole
 Both wonderful of course but
 They appear to have taken their toll
 On the Os who ape the rules
 Ha ha, the pack of valley fools
 I rock a shoe, to complement occasion
 But when i do it seems i'm causing complications
 Call me a bounder, call me wack
 Either way i'm old school from a time before crack
 I want the chaps to note that I shan't get them down
 And the B-Boys to know who wears the crown
 So up jump purists, do your worst
 You can break the rules only if you know the rules first
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Brogues or Shelltoes
 It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
 When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
 Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
 Oxford days, British nights
 Brogueing scenes or three black stripes
 A tricky choice for the chap hop man
 Cheley Boots or Slipper-esq Vans?
 Both Red Herrings with no bearing on the matter at hand
 To understand that with which a fellow stands
 I know eight decent cobblers
 But i'm troubled by the problems
 That rather novel than
 I'm sympathetic to many anesthetic
 I'm poetic when i'm peripatetic
 But it's quite pathetic to be squabbling over footwear
 Its not cricket, its downright queare
 So when i'm at a social affair
 I'm aware that my footwear should match the flair with which
 I rock the mic
 For Princes or Tikes
 I am who I am and I like what I like but
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Brogues or Shelltoes
 It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
 When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
 Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Brogues or Shelltoes
 Ask a chap what a sir, He well knows
 The rules of the Chap must remain on top
 But there's still Hop in Chap-Hop
 Bring it on now
 Trainer Shoes
 Slippers or Boots
 Low or High Tops
 Can't Stop, Shan't Stop
 So there's the conundrum
 I'm wondering what's for the best
 To keep it real or put it to the test
 My foot is in the best place it can be
 When the appropriate occasion is decided by me
 If you got a better bit of leather, whether sneaker or shoe
 You better whether what's enveloping you
 I rock the unexpected in the name of art
 And i'm a true Chap-Hopper at heart
 You surely know this!
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Trainer Shoes
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Slippers or Boots
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Low or High Tops
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Can't Stop, Shan't Stop
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Brogues or Shelltoes
 It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
 When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
 Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
 Shelltoes or Brogues
 Brogues or Shelltoes
 Ask a chap what a sir, He well knows
 The rules of the Chap must remain on top
 But there's still Hop in Chap-Hop
 Bring it on now