I’m walking up the road
In my old clumpy boots
Clump! Clump! Clump, clump, clump!
.
I’m not a ballerina or a racehorse
the Riverdance, I don’t do
or attempt to walk you through
the shuffle softly safety shoe.
.
I’m just walking up the road in my old clumpy boots,
Clump! Clump! Clump! Clump! Clump!
.
A Cockney man would tell you
that he calls them Daisy-roots,
as he Clump! Clump! Clumps! up the road,
he might then tell you
that they’re better
than a pair of hidden clues!,
as he Clump! Clump! Clumps up the road.
Graeme Sandford 