She said her name was Cinderella

From under her umbrella with the blues.

He said his name was Mr Dumpty

But she could call him Humpty if she choosed.

Then queried "Wasn't it a pity

That dear old New York City

Was more and more resembling a zoo?"



Humpty talked of birds and berries

The Staten Island Ferry and the moon.

Cinderella showed her blisters

As she told him of her sisters and her broom.

And how she sweated with the sweeping

While they were always out and reeking of perfume.



Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?



And as the sky was clearing

He asked her most endearing to the ball.

She said she didn't have a skirt

In a voice that was quite curt but he could call.

But she never gave her number

She just left him there to wonder by the wall.



Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?



We all know Cinderella's story

Of her fortune and her glory very well.

And of Mr Dumpty's fall

From his perch upon the wall no need to tell.

But after close inspection

I can't help but pose the question

"Maybe Humpty Dumpty jumped instead of fell?"

He'll never tell.



Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?

Hey, hey, hey, did you lose your shoe?