I can't figure it out.
I can never find my sneakers in the morning.
They're never where I put them when I went to bed.
This is a question that runs through my head.
Where do my sneakers go at night?
Where do they go? Where do they go?
Where do my sneakers go at night
When I turn out the lights?
1. It's ten o'clock. I lie in bed. Pretend to be asleep.
In the corner of my eye, I see my sneakers creeping right past me.
I watch them tiptoe out my door. I follow them to see.
I find them running down the hall oh so quietly.
They never stop to hit the lights. Outside they yell, "We’re free!"
Excitement fills the air this night. I'm going to look and see. Chorus:
2. I watch them peel out from the curb and race off down the street.
They gather 'neath a streetlamp where all the sneakers meet.
Six pairs are red. Two pairs are white. One's fluorescent blue.
High tops, low cuts, big and small, lot of running shoes.
Tons of sneakers hanging 'round. One says, "Hey, let's go!"
They dash to the playground at the school. This could be quite a show. Chorus:
3. At the playground, they go wild. There's laughter and such fun.
Soles are flapping, laces flying. Games for everyone.
Some climb over monkey bars. Some boogie on down the court.
Some play hopscotch. Some jump rope. Some are building forts.
The evening goes so quickly by. One of them yells, "It's late!"
It's helter-skelter, all directions, there's no time to waste. Chorus:
4. They wind it down the straightaway. One even blows a flat.
They splash right through a puddle of mud. No time to take a bath.
My sneakers rush into my house. They don't see my behind.
Now I know the answer to the question on my mind. Chorus: