[Intro - full band]
[Stomp]
[Stomp]
[Clap]
[Stomp]
[Voice]
Look at these boots.
They cost me twelve bucks.
Tonight...
they're priceless.
[Guitar riff]
[Verse 1]
Bought 'em from a shop
between a laundromat
and a place
that fixes radios.
Silver leather.
One heel scratched.
Previous owner
had excellent taste
and terrible balance.
I put 'em on.
Too tight.
Perfect.
Found a black jacket
three sizes too small,
painted one star
under my eye,
looked in the mirror
and thought:
“Well...
somebody has to
make an entrance.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Hair up.
Chin high.
Cheap glitter
in expensive light.
[Chorus]
SILVER BOOTS!
ON A DIRTY FLOOR!
SILVER BOOTS!
KICKING OPEN
EVERY DOOR!
I DON'T NEED
A LIMOUSINE!
I GOT TWELVE-DOLLAR SHOES
AND A MILLION-DOLLAR SCENE!
SILVER BOOTS!
STOMP!
STOMP!
CLAP!
LET 'EM LOOK!
[Verse 2]
Bouncer at the club
looked me up and down.
Said:
“Dress code.”
I said:
“Exactly.”
He didn't laugh.
Tough room.
Girl behind me did.
She had green eyeshadow
all the way
to her eyebrows.
Said:
“I like the boots.”
I said:
“I like the commitment.”
Five minutes later
we're inside
singing words
to a song
neither of us
actually knows.
Doesn't matter.
Confidence
is remembering the chorus
even when
there isn't one.
[Chorus]
SILVER BOOTS!
ON A DIRTY FLOOR!
SILVER BOOTS!
KICKING OPEN
EVERY DOOR!
I DON'T NEED
A LIMOUSINE!
I GOT TWELVE-DOLLAR SHOES
AND A MILLION-DOLLAR SCENE!
SILVER BOOTS!
STOMP!
STOMP!
CLAP!
LET 'EM LOOK!
[Break]
[Piano pounds]
[Guitar answers]
[Sax blast]
[Gang vocals]
HEY!
HEY!
[Vocal]
More glitter!
[Gang]
HEY!
[Verse 3]
Around midnight
the right heel
finally gives up.
Snaps clean off.
I nearly hit the floor.
Green-eyeshadow girl
catches my arm.
Looks at the boot.
Looks at me.
Says:
“You done?”
I pull off
the other heel.
Throw both
under the table.
“Now they're custom.”
She screams.
The band hits harder.
And suddenly
half the room
is stomping
like broken shoes
were always the plan.
[Bridge]
[Drums + claps only]
You can keep
your perfect suit.
Keep your polished car.
Give me something
with a little damage
and enough nerve
to call it art.
[Guitar build]
[Final Chorus]
SILVER BOOTS!
NOW THEY'RE FLAT!
SILVER BOOTS!
AND I LIKE 'EM
BETTER LIKE THAT!
NO RED CARPET!
NO VELVET ROPE!
JUST A LITTLE GLITTER
AND A DANGEROUS AMOUNT
OF HOPE!
SILVER BOOTS!
STOMP!
STOMP!
CLAP!
TOO MUCH HAIR!
TOO MUCH LIGHT!
TOO MUCH EVERYTHING!
THAT'S RIGHT!
SILVER BOOTS!
LET 'EM LOOK!
[Outro]
[Band hits final chord]
Outside the club
I find one broken heel
in my pocket.
No idea
how it got there.
[Small pause]
Souvenir.
