These shoes
Tune = These Boots are made for walking...

Cops keep sayin' they got something one me
Something they call crime, but I guess
I've been steppin' where I shouldna been a steppin
And my poopy shoes have gone and done confessed

CHORUS:
These shoes were made for walking, and that's just what they did
These stinking heels of shoes have gone and walked me into sh*t
(Da da dum, Da da dum, Da da dum, Da da dum)

Folks keep payin where they shouldna be playin'
Folks keep losing when they oughta not bet
I kept thinkin' when I oughta been lookin'
About gettin' rich on whatever I could get

CHORUS

Folks keep saying I had something on me
Something with a stink, I admit
Cops came smelling where they shouldna been a smelling
And now Sargent Piper saying my bad shoes fit

CHORUS

Dogs keep poopin' where they shouldna be poopin'
Folks keep steppin' into piles of crap
I hid my face with a brand new mask of sheeting, yeah
But the smell of dog poop triggered Piper's trap

CHORUS