Black socks, they never get dirty.
The more that you wear them, the stronger they get.
Someday, I think I will change them;
But something inside me keeps saying not yet, not yet, not yet . . .
[Typically sung as a round.]
Black socks, they never get dirty.
The more that you wear them, the stronger they get.
Someday, I think I will change them;
But something inside me keeps saying not yet, not yet, not yet . . .
[Typically sung as a round.]