Pop the Weasel - Reheeled

It's been an ´erculian task just to be here I can tell you
Never mind the Golden Hind I think I've fleeced myself somehow
There's no Blakey in the world, can save this worn out soul
That's why I'm waiting for my boots to be reheeled

Like Achilles I've had a problem with these boots forever
Now the leather has lost it I'm starting to lose my edge
But I'll be straight back on the run, when there's powder in my gun
Not waiting for my boots to be reheeled

But that man's work it don't come free
Saving soles, making keys
Wish that man could re-sole me

Only forty days-I've spent millions of nights in the city
Temptation on tap, Christ you know it's true
It might have seemed I was 'avin' fun, but it's why I'm on the run
And waiting for my boots to be reheeled

It's been a sisyphean job, but I think I'm half way through it
Like the labyrinth at last has shown the way
And if that cobbler does alright, I'm on the road tonight
Rock and rolling with my boots reheeled

Good hard work, no mystery
Saving heels not making history
I wish that man could reheel me

Written by:
Stephen Christopher

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