There's a blister on my sister from too many Grande Jete
And there's nothing I can do to make it go away
With bandages applied, she looks so undignified
It's a sad athlete who's got sore feet
Chorus:
Welcome to the club
Don't think this is easy street
We know how it feels
But when the lights go down, the curtain comes up
And the setting is complete.
It's bittersweet, when we've got sore feet
It's a crying change shame to see just how personalities
Can change dramatically.
When we've got sore feet
It's the dance with pain, but they'd do it all again
It's a love hate thing, when you're got (we've got)
Sore Feet
Chorus
Look at these worn and tired shoes
They've been good to you
They held us up help us pay our dues
They knew just what to do
They had to fit just right
Not too close and not too tight
They gave it all
It came through for you
Strap your ankles 'til your toes turn blue
Welcome to the club
Don't think this is easy street
We know how it feels
But when the lights go down, the curtain comes up
The music swells and you feel the beat
And the setting is complete.
It's bittersweet, when (ooh) we've (ow) got (ow) sore feet.