When your heel strikes low and squishes wide.
You got a little bit on your sole, and it isn't white.
When you kneel, it's to clean--it is not to pray.
That little bit on your sole, you scrap away.

You think that it is gone--that there's no more goo
Clingin' on to your three-hundred-dollar shoe.
You enter your house and you start to stroll--
Give a little kick on white carpet just unrolled.

Then you hear the footfall as you dig your shoed hooves in.
The bit that's on your sole has made a mocha groove in. . .rug!

Look: you have made a mess and you feel like cryin'.
When your better half sees, your ass will be fryin'.
So then you told your wife that it was Tootsie Roll.
She hit you with a writ, and you hit the road, walking sole.