You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love, but I call sex You've been kissing when you ought-a-be-a screwing And now someone else can kiss your ass These boots are made for walking, that's just what they'll do And one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You been lying and there ain't no believing And you keep saying when you oughta-be into bed And you been staying when you ought-a-be-a leaving And what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet These boots are made for walking, that's just what they'll do And one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep dressing ways you shouldn't be dressing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burned, ha! I just found me a brand new box spring mattress What? You know, bitch, you got a lot to learn These boots are made for walkin', that's just what they'll do And one of these days these boots are gonna stomp all over you Yeah! Are you ready boots? Are you ready boots? Are you ready boots? Start walking! And you think I'm kidding, don'tcha?!

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.