Disc Jockey, drop the bass
Now the Hats
You know it's rather a bit of a bore
To be told by the interweb trolls
That your footwear's incorrect
'I've got the wrong soles'
It's tricky, true, as the Reverend said
"To Rock a Shoe, to Complement the Threads"
The continental tread, or the leather under-sole
Both wonderful of course but
They appear to have taken their toll
On the Os who ape the rules
Ha ha, the pack of valley fools
I rock a shoe, to complement occasion
But when i do it seems i'm causing complications
Call me a bounder, call me wack
Either way i'm old school from a time before crack
I want the chaps to note that I shan't get them down
And the B-Boys to know who wears the crown
So up jump purists, do your worst
You can break the rules only if you know the rules first
Shelltoes or Brogues
Brogues or Shelltoes
It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
Oxford days, British nights
Brogueing scenes or three black stripes
A tricky choice for the chap hop man
Cheley Boots or Slipper-esq Vans?
Both Red Herrings with no bearing on the matter at hand
To understand that with which a fellow stands
I know eight decent cobblers
But i'm troubled by the problems
That rather novel than
I'm sympathetic to many anesthetic
I'm poetic when i'm peripatetic
But it's quite pathetic to be squabbling over footwear
Its not cricket, its downright queare
So when i'm at a social affair
I'm aware that my footwear should match the flair with which
I rock the mic
For Princes or Tikes
I am who I am and I like what I like but
Shelltoes or Brogues
Brogues or Shelltoes
It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
Shelltoes or Brogues
Brogues or Shelltoes
Ask a chap what a sir, He well knows
The rules of the Chap must remain on top
But there's still Hop in Chap-Hop
Bring it on now
Trainer Shoes
Slippers or Boots
Low or High Tops
Can't Stop, Shan't Stop
So there's the conundrum
I'm wondering what's for the best
To keep it real or put it to the test
My foot is in the best place it can be
When the appropriate occasion is decided by me
If you got a better bit of leather, whether sneaker or shoe
You better whether what's enveloping you
I rock the unexpected in the name of art
And i'm a true Chap-Hopper at heart
You surely know this!
Shelltoes or Brogues
Trainer Shoes
Shelltoes or Brogues
Slippers or Boots
Shelltoes or Brogues
Low or High Tops
Shelltoes or Brogues
Can't Stop, Shan't Stop
Shelltoes or Brogues
Brogues or Shelltoes
It's a conundrum that's held for fellows
When you tear the rules apart, You can shake them
Only once you know the rules you can start to break them
Shelltoes or Brogues
Brogues or Shelltoes
Ask a chap what a sir, He well knows
The rules of the Chap must remain on top
But there's still Hop in Chap-Hop
Bring it on now