Listen to Sneakers on the Telephone Line by Herman Dune

Sneakers on the Telephone Line

Herman Dune

Contemporary Singer/Songwriter

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LYRICS

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Herman Dune

Chant Vocals

Richard Edson

Congas

Adrian Bourgeois

Adrian Bourgeois

Drums

David Garza

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Herman Dune

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

David Garza

Producer

Chris Sorem

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Sneakers on the telephone line

I got yours and you got mine

I get more serious as I get older

But now I'm nervous that I'd end up flipping burgers

I get deep when I talk to my therapist

I'm a VIP on her Freudian list

And when I talk about trauma and boundary

I'm like the Grateful Dead with Jerry

I get stuck and I gotta get moving

I love a big fat bass that's grooving

I roll the dice and I get snake eyes

But here's a little thing I memorized

Sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Whenever I get the blues

I get sand in my shoes

I used to play with a drummer who was lazy

Every time he'd miss a beat it'd drive me crazy

I've never went to an Ivy school

But I've learned my lesson and I'm not a fool

I work hard so I can pay the bills and feed my cat

Drink some Guinness and chill in my cowboy hat

And when I'm done with my day and I've done my job

I swim down to the bottom like Sponge Bob

Sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Whenever I get the blues

I get sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Whenever I get the blues

I get sand in my shoes

I was sitting in traffic on the One-Ten

When I thought about a lyric and I grabbed a pen

I always make up songs when I'm driving

It's not exactly safe but look I'm thriving

I was born under the sign of the Scorpio

And the DJ played a song on the radio

It said "Money Money Money must be funny"

But I just need a Heinie and my honey

I've got an attitude and a lot of pride

I'm a socialist on my mother's side

I met a woman and she's smoking like Cheech and Chong

Now I've got ninety-nine problems but she ain't one

I just woke up one morning as an old fart

I guess you fall asleep and you fall apart

I never saw it coming but it happened

I'm an old man falling off the deep end

Sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Whenever I get the blues

I get sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Sand in my shoes

Whenever I get the blues

I get sand in my shoes

Written by: David Ivar Herman Dune

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