The Auld Sock Song

Where does the odd old single sock go,
After the spin cycle's done?
Does he bid farewell to his life-long mate
And duck out the vent on the run?
Does he go up the flue, in a burst of blue
When his walking days are all done?
Oh, where does the sad lost single sock go,
When you find the other one?

Where do old coat hangars come from,
In the closet after dark?
Do they multiply in the deep of the night,
Do they hang in a corner and spark?
Are they formed in the gloom, from moth-ball fumes,
And the dust from the cloak-room floor?
Oh, where do so many coat hangars come from,
Every time you open up the door?



Songs of Laundry Past
Jakes Bin Modernished and the Indoor Boys
Dairy Herd Platters, pub., Askfaloosa, 1976