Our little friend   He didn¹t want to wear   His white buckled shoes   Nor was barefoot   His speed   He didnt like grocery store feet   He was a fussy little kid   When it came to footwear   But on friday he could wear whatever he damn well pleased      The jive ass trickery   That makes this anything   But what it is   Dressed in county orange or city gray   Got rubber sandals   Just to be safe      Metaphorically speaking   We find our little friend   Back in his white buckled shoes again   The monday if you will   Of our friday   Spent in tailored bliss   But if you strip the myth   Away from the man   Its just one to six months   Of mondays for our little friend