I see the Polka records waiting

I see ol' Kronos on his way

I see smooshed toes and women limping

I see they've danced the Leather way.

 

**Don't wear your sandals tonite

Doc Martens will do just fine.

Gonna dance with the End Of Time!**

 

I hear the Polka music playing

I know my time is coming soon.

I fear my tootsies are a prayin'

They know one dance could be their ruin.

 

**Don't wear your sandals tonite

Doc Martens will do just fine.

Gonna dance with the End Of Time!**

 

Hope I get to touch the leather

Though my feet are filled with dread.

Just me and Leather Lad together,

Maybe we can just hold hands instead.

 

**Don't wear your sandals tonite

Doc Martens will do just fine.

Gonna dance with the End Of Time!**