(Verse 1) Started with a pair, fresh and clean, White cotton shining, brightest you’ve seen. But somewhere between the wash and the spin, One sock disappeared, never seen again. (Chorus) Lost in the dryer, where do they go? Down some hidden tunnel only socks know. Left with one lonely, its partner’s gone higher, Runnin’ with the misfits, lost in the dryer. (Verse 2) I searched every corner, checked the floor, Opened up the filter, even checked outdoors. But socks are rebels, they run away free, Slippin’ into shadows where they’ll never be. (Chorus) Lost in the dryer, where do they go? Down some hidden tunnel only socks know. Left with one lonely, its partner’s gone higher, Runnin’ with the misfits, lost in the dryer. (Bridge – rowdy guitar lick) Maybe they’re dancin’ in a secret town, Where the socks get wild when the lights go down. Polka-dots party with the stripes all night, And the holy old gym socks still put up a fight! (Verse 3) So if you find one single, don’t you cry, Its partner’s out there raisin’ hell on the sly. Living that cotton outlaw dream, Ridin’ through the dryer like a runaway team. (Chorus – big, rowdy singalong) Lost in the dryer, where do they go? Down some hidden tunnel only socks know. Left with one lonely, its partner’s gone higher, Runnin’ with the misfits, lost in the dryer. (Outro – playful fade) Yeah, they’re runnin’ with the misfits, Forever lost in the dryer.
