Long ago in a cave-man village
Full of bare feet, pain and strife
A man came forth with a pair of nice shoes
And some string, leather, nails, and a knife
He was convinced to be the cobbler
And he complelled people to wear his work boots
So the blistering had vansihed
(And the man was Spanish)
And the village grew up and thrived

Then in time when high rise buildings
Rose up towards the sky
His product changed in profitable ways
And this man was able to find
That he had thought he was the cobbler
And he was quick to get the legal work done
But before the copyrights
Kids worked days and nights
In sweat shops down in Mexico

If you try to be a cobbler
Well then another one will come along soon
I want to be the only cobbler
I thought of it, not you
But if you've got investors with money
And you exploit children
Then a cobbler is perfect for you

And now the man is sitting down in court with
Owners of the industry
Now you're probably thinking "hey! How's he still alive today?"
That's just a mystery.
He spoke his claim to be the cobbler
And not Adidas, Reebok or Nike
The man was sent to jail
With his leather, nails, and knife for eternity.

"Aaaaahhhhh" (x2)

So if you think you're a cobbler
Well then they'll lock you in a dark and damp room
With a man who's not a cobbler
But he's cobbling you
But if you still can keep your dignity
And you don't mind Bruno
Then a cobbler is perfect for you