When I was younger I used to laugh At how people gave socks as presents to each other Oh how they are laughing at me now Now socks are all that I want They're all I ever want For every sock gets a hole Oh what a tiny life span Be it thick, or thin, or sewed by your gran. Yeah now I know for sure That socks are not born in the draw, And every sock get a hole Oh oh oh oh oh Give me yellow, give me blue, Give me vermillion, But don't give me one pair, Give me a million. For every sock gets a hole