STINKY SOCK DILEMMA 🤣😡😂

STINKY SOCK DILEMMA 🤣😡😂

If you can stand your socks in the corner just like a old pair of boots,
it might be time to wash'em.
Do you like to sniff your socks to see if they are fresh?
Can you tell what foot they were on last, but you go ahead and sniff?
So here is a pair of my working man socks just go ahead take a big whiff.
Could knock a buzzard off a crap wagon clean, at fifty paces,
people in the house are making funny faces.
Oh, the stinky sock dilemma whatcha gunna do?
You take 'em off at the end of the day, and they smell like a pile of poo.
Skunk in a pool? or socks on the floor everyone is running out the back door.
They've been with you through the thick and the thin, maybe put'em in a box and mail'em to a friend.
Through the sweat and the stench, it's got me so torn, should I toss 'em, should I hide 'em away, oh so sly?
Or should I wash 'em and hope that the smell doesn't give me pink eye?
But now it's time to decide, if I bury them in the back yard will they climb up out the grave?
Will they come back to haunt me in the middle of the night?
Should I wash 'em with fabric softener, and then begin to pray that they won't come back to get me at the end of the day? It's the stinky sock dilemma, it's got me so torn,
Will they rise from the ashes of odor, should they have ever been worn?
I've soaked 'em and boiled 'em, I've even tried to smoke 'em like tobaccy in a poda.
But that smell, oh that smell, it lingers on and on,
It's like a never-ending battle, a scent that won't be gone.
But deep down in my heart, I know what I must do,
Say goodbye to the stinky socks, and get a fresh pair that's new.
Should I keep 'em, should I toss 'em, should I frame 'em like art?
Should I keep 'em, should I toss 'em, should I put 'em in the sun?
Should i throw'em in the closet ,slam the door and run?
Or should I wash 'em with love and care, till the stinky sock dilemma is done?
It's the stinky sock dilemma, it's a tale of woe,
If you can stand your socks in the corner just like a old pair of boots,
it might be time to wash 'em. Socks in the corner hard as stone
Smell them once my cover's blown
Kicking through the day so long
Got that whiff something's wrong
Stinky socks dilemma here.
Sock pile growing can't deny
Skipping laundry who am I
In the end it's just a test
Fresh or not I'll do my best
Oh the stinky sock dilemma, it's a tale as old as time,
You've worn them all week long, thinking the smell's just fine.
But when you take 'em off, oh boy, the aroma's so intense,
It could knock a buzzard off a crap wagon at fifty paces hence.
They're crusty, they're musty, they're a sight to behold,
Stinky sock, stinky sock, what's that smell in the air?
You hide 'em in your shoes, but it's just no use,
The funky fragrance spreads, like a skunk is on the loose.
They've been to the gym, they've been on a hike,
They've been to the office, and boy do they like to bike.
But the sweat and the grime, it's like a petri dish of funk,
And the odor's so bad, it could make a skunk drunk.
Your friends are all complaining, they're holding their breath,
They can't take the smell, they're on the brink of death.
You walk into a room, and they all scatter and flee,
Stinky sock, stinky sock, you're a legend in your own right,
Stinky sock, stinky sock, you're terror in the night.
You might be smelly, you might make folks squint,
Nobody's socks tell a story quite like you, plastered to the wall just
like dried up glue.
So here's to the stinky socks, may you never fade,
May your odor be strong, and your fibers never be made.
You're a reminder of days when we didn't care,
When the only thing that mattered was the freshness of the air.
But now we're wise, and we know the score,
So toss 'em in the bin, and buy some more.
But the next time you sniff 'em, don't be so bold,
Or you'll find yourself with a stinky sock dilemma to behold.

Stinky socks, got that funk, make you wanna plug your nose,
Stinky socks, the more that you ignore them the more the stench grows..
Stinky socks, takin' over, the walls are turnin green,
Stinky socks, the look on their faces worst you ever seen.

Thinkin' the smell's fine, man, you in denial,
Feet got the funk, you aught to be on trial.
Throw 'em in the wash, fabric beggin' for peace,
Sock apocalypse, laundry's gonna cease.
Seven days straight, them fibers start to weep,
Keepin' friends close, enemies even less peep.
Can't blame the dog this time, it's all you,
Sock stench travelin', intercontinental too.
the stink, the stink eeew ooooooh that smell your an odorous terrorist you aught to be in jail. whooo baby you rotten. I gots to go outside and hide. and stay far away from you. the end.