DESCRIPTION:
Walking down the street in the city
Now I'm one of the boys, looking pretty
And people turn their heads as I walk by
And girls says to me: if you don't want me I must die

But I ignore them, I ain't got the time
I keep on walking as horny girls stand in line
'Cause I know they are after my shoes
My tiny red Dr. Martens boots

I know, I know, everybody wants my Dr. Martens boots

Went into a pub to get a beer
When everybody stopped talking and started to stare
The pub owner said: you'll get anything for free
But I know what he wanted out of me

I can't just give away my new AirWear
Then I could go around naked for what I care
My Martens is the only thing I wear
My Martens is the only thing I hold dear