Title:  sneaker freak

Composer:  Gary William Friedman / Sara Compton

Lead vocals:  Jim Boyd

Backing vocals:  none

Scene:  Jim as a kid who doesn’t want to throw away his old shoes.

[JB]  I see you sitting there.

To me, you’re quite a pair.

You’re my tried and trusty,

Old and dusty friends.

There are thirty-two holes

From your top to your soles.

You are coming apart,

But to me, you’re pure art.

How can I pitch you out?  I just don’t have the heart,

‘Cause I’m a sneaker freak.

You’ve been good for my feet.

You’ve been good for my head.

I’ve worn you to school,

And I’ve worn you to bed.

I can’t throw you out because you’re tired and weak,

‘Cause I’m a sneaker freak.

I love your grungy knots.

I love your greasy spots.

Between dirt and grime,

We had a super time.

Oh, the things that you’d say if you could only speak.

Yes, I’m a sneaker freak.

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