He says "Fuck shoes!" and we crack up Laughter swells into our smiles And we parrot out loud "Fuck shoes!" There is a car behind us Blinding in the rear-view I am going the speed limit though If a little bit over We giggle at the dramatic pause And think "Fuck shoes" "Fuck shoes..." The live audience indulges too And it feels like acceptance It feels like satisfaction But somehow I am sure the car on our tail isn't filled With the sporatic sounds of a comedian And I am not sure I care