(Verse 1) When the dresser drawer shuts and the daylight’s gone, The socks wake up and the party’s on. Stripes start strummin’, argyles swing, Tube socks holler while the fuzzy ones sing! (Pre-Chorus) They don’t need no band, they don’t need no stage, Just cotton and nylon breakin’ out their cage. From the left to the right, let the stitches unwind, A sock drawer symphony keeps perfect time! (Chorus) It’s the Sock Drawer Symphony, a midnight beat, Cotton and polyester stompin’ their feet. Toe to heel, they clap in time, Shake that dresser till the hinges unwind. Raise your hands, stomp the floor, You ain’t never heard nothin’ like the socks next door! (Verse 2) Polka dots spin like a rodeo clown, Wool socks thump like a freight train sound. Dress socks prancin’ with a high-class glide, While the ankle socks boogie with the ones who hide. (Bridge – Sock Solos) Wool Socks (spoken growl): “We been keepin’ toes warm since 1902!” Argyle Socks (smooth harmony): “We got diamonds on diamonds, fancy and true.” Gym Socks (funky shout): “We smell like hell, but we still got groove!” Lonely Mismatch (sad croon): “I lost my twin, but I still can move!” (Chorus – Bigger & Rowdier) Sock Drawer Symphony, crank it loud, Every stitch in the dresser’s part of the crowd. Dance, little cotton, shake, polyester, This honky-tonk drawer couldn’t be no better! (Breakdown – Call & Response) Crowd: “Holy heel!” (Holy heel!) Crowd: “Funky toe!” (Funky toe!) Crowd: “Spin those socks!” (Spin those socks!) Crowd: “Let the laundry roll!” (Let the laundry roll!) (Verse 3 – Big Build) Christmas socks jinglin’, stars on their cuffs, Work socks stompin’, tough and rough. Even the lonely dryer-orphans return, When the drawer lights up, the socks all burn! (Final Chorus – Grand Closer) Sock Drawer Symphony, a grand parade, Every fabric of the night in a jamboree played. From the shy lil’ ankle to the tall tube rock, Every soul comes alive in the land of sock. (Outro – Theatrical Finish) So next time you’re sleepin’ and the house feels still, You’ll hear a low rumble, you’ll feel that thrill. Don’t blame the wind or the old oak tree— It’s the socks throwin’ down in symphony! (Big Group Shout) “Sock! Sock! Sock! Sock!”
