Fancy Shoes

There's a thunder cloud behind those eyes,
 A storm's a-brewin' in your mind's thoughts.
 A static-electrical discharge will emulate for your swollen heart.
 Well the doctor prescribes
 Rubber soles.
 You can teach a robot how to dance
 You can't teach a pair of shorts how to dance
 Stand between two mirrors
 And look into the distance
 You see you turn infinite
 Still you're only human.
 It's a suit-and-tie affair
 And you're only wearing shoes.
 Although they're pretty sick
 No one will let you through.
 (Well)
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 It's all about the words you choose
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 If it's all about the friends you lose
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 So why would, why would you?
 I can see where they may be some confusion
 I was just once just like you
 Let me tell you a story to clarify the matter
 Once upon a time a mouse put on some shoes.
 'Hey, friend, where'd you get those fancy shoes?
 Are you wearing them, or are they wearing you?
 I've seen you walking down the boulevard,
 You must've come pretty far
 You make it look really hard.
 Those shoes sparkle gold and blue,
 They seem brand new
 Must've set you back a few.
 Oh, my fancy shoes—
 It shocked me,
 I'm in the path of a bus in the middle of a busy street!'
 You can fix a robot
 Buff out the dents
 Strap 'em into a pair of fancy shoes
 And flip the switch to 'command.'
 But when all said and done,
 Are the shoes built for fun?
 Or to protect from broken glass
 Or toe-biters in tall grass?
 When everyone's in red
 You wear
 Blue.
 It's just like you to ignore simple truths.
 (Well)
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 It's all about the words you choose
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 If it's all about the friends you lose.
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 It's all about the toes you lose.
 It doesn't matter those fancy shoes
 So why would, why would you?