Lyrics
London, England, January The weather, gray The rain, thick
I wake up, depression all around me Dark thoughts clouding my mind And I open the drawer and I see two things: I see the warm Tod loafers I see the crisp cashmere socks And I know that today just me a good day A hundred dollars a sock
Two ankles, you do the math Pull them on Socks on the first, followed by the loafers Then I know from that day That week That month That year, that decade That millennium That we'll be rich forever Rich forever!