Call that a sock? I don’t know,
I could use it as a strainer if it had fewer holes
Look at the size of your big toe,
Sticking all the way out like it’s got somewhere to go

Smell’s going out, but the sunshine’s coming in
That sock used to be blue now it’s the colour of your skin
Must feel so free and loose to wear
But can you call it a sock if it’s not really there?

A couple holes don’t matter
I want the whole wide world to see
That everywhere I walk I got a hole-y sock
Between shoe and me - ee - ee

There’s another hole, there’s another hole
There’s another hole, a hole-y sock.
There’s another hole, there’s another hole,
There’s another hole, a hole-y sock

Sometimes a hole can hide for a while
A little toe sticking out can make a parent smile
But that toe-hole’s gonna make me frown
When you can put that sock on upside down . . .

A couple holes don’t matter
I want the whole wide world to see
That everywhere I walk I got a hole-y sock
Between shoe and me - ee - ee

There’s another hole, there’s another hole
There’s another hole, a hole-y sock.
There’s another hole, there’s another hole,
There’s another hole, a hole-y sock

When I find three, in the laundry,
What a quandary it puts me in
You will outgrow ‘em, I should outthrow ‘em
But if I start there, you’ll have nothing left to wear

There’s another one, there’s another pair
They’re mostly made of air they’re hole-y socks ah-ah-ah
There’s another one, there’s another pair
They’re mostly made of air they’re hole-y socks ah-ah-ah

There’s another one, there’s another pair
They’re mostly made of air they’re holey, hole-y socks
There’s another one, there’s another pair
They’re mostly made of air they’re holey hole-y socks