The Soles of These Shoes Are Wearing Thin

© 2014 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.

I've been burning the candle

Been burning the midnight oil

 I've been breaking all the rules
 According to Hoyle
 I can't seem to win
 The world's under my skin
 I'm taking it on the chin
 The soles of these shoes are wearing thin

 I'm coughing up blood
 Don't mean to spoil your tea
 My back is broken
 What more do you want from me?
 The walls are caving in
 Paying for my deadly sin
 Hello, Looney Bin!
 The soles of these shoes are wearing thin

 I can't catch a break
 I can't catch a falling star
 So let me tip my hat,
 Take a bow, and say,
 "Au Revoir!" 

 There's no joy in Mudville
 Elvis has left the room
 The confetti has landed
 And I'm left here holding the broom
 Pull out the firing pin
 Slip me a Mickey Finn
 Notify my next of kin
 The soles of these shoes are wearing thin