Claudio and His Mocassino Shoes

[Intro] [Verse 1] Claudio strolls down a dusty old lane, With a smile on his face and no trace of rain. On his feet, soft leather, worn but true, Mocassino shoes, oh, they’ve seen him through. [Chorus] Mocassino, mocassino, treadin’ light, They carry him from mornin’ till the d**d of night. Through the highs and lows, they never complain, Claudio’s best friends, in sunshine or rain. [Verse 2] He danced in ’em once at a harvest fair, Spun ‘round a stranger with wind in her hair. They’ve climbed rocky hills, they’ve sunk in the sand, Every scuff tells a story, etched by his hand. [Chorus] Mocassino, mocassino, treadin’ light, They carry him from mornin’ till the d**d of night. Through the highs and lows, they never complain, Claudio’s best friends, in sunshine or rain. [Bridge] Time may fade the color, loosen every thread, But Claudio just laughs, pats the soles and says, “Ain’t no mountain too tall, no road too long, With these old friends, I’ll always belong.” [Chorus] Mocassino, mocassino, treadin’ light, They carry him from mornin’ till the d**d of night. Through the highs and lows, they never complain, Claudio’s best friends, in sunshine or rain. [Outro]