The Hullabaloo with the Hairy Nose
Has big red eyes and bright green toes.
He wears only a shirt of purple cotton
'Cause Hullabaloos don't have a lot on.
But a Hullabaloo without any shoes
Would be first up on the six o'clock news.
For the raison d'etre, the purpose of life
For every Hullabaloo and his wife,
Is the seeking, the finding
The trying, the buying
Of reds and greens, yellows and blues,
Scrumptious, delicious, delectable shoes.

Some measure wealth in gold or cattle
But a very good way to start a battle
Would be to make the Hullabaloos
Give up their wondrous collections of shoes.
They have them of wood, they have them of leather
Some for inside, some for out in the weather.
Some for relaxing, some to play games
And some of their shoes have even got names.
But if ever you asked a Hullabaloo in
For a cup of tea, a beer or a gin,
A very good friend you would quickly lose
If ever you said "please take off your shoes."

‘Cause a Hullabaloo can't bear the sight
Of naked feet, whether brown or white.
They never would stroll on a stretch of beach
In naked feet, you just can't teach
A Hullabaloo that going shoeless
Doesn't mean you're gauche or clueless.
Because from the very day they are born
For a Hullabaloo shoes must be worn.
So perhaps it really isn't so dumb,
If you would march to a different drum,
The one thing you could very well use
Might be a brand new pair of shoes.