Oddsock Blues

Sitting in front of the TV screen
Of a laundromatic washing machine
Gazing at the goggle box
Watching lots of filthy socks
Whose silken thread weave patterns in my mind
As I wash away my troubles
As I gaze at the adventures of my underpants
As they dance among the bubbles
And oh, what can you do
When you've got the oddsock blues

Now with my lady by my side
I thought I'd take a motor ride
Take down the roof and swallow the sun
Smiling down on every one
But if I thought to feel the summer breeze
A blowing through our hair
Then it was my mistake
As we're stuck behind the backside
Of an empty yogurt lorry
Trying to overtake
And oh, what can you do
When you've got the oddsock blues

I find that life is such a drag
Playing with my three chord brag
Strumming guitar won't get you far
You'll never be a superstar
Just a precious link in a fully automated bogchain
Gotta step out of this routine
So I'll go and read the beano to the pin striped
Flour graders on the five fifteen
And oh, what can you do
When you've got the oddsock blues
When you've got the oddsock blues
When you've got the oddsock blues