Here's a little song about boots and a darling named Nancy

You keep saying you got something for me

Something you call love, but confess

You've been messing where you shouldn't have been messing

That's right

Someone else is getting all your best

These boots are made for walking

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

This is the part of the song where Billy Strange

Raised his hand and asked if he could leave the room

You keep lying when you ought to be truthful

And you keep losing when you ought to not bet

And you keep saming when you ought to be changing

Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet

Listen to me

These boots are made for walking

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

And this is the part of the record where

Everybody said, "Why, that can't be number one."

You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing

And you keep thinking that you'll never get burned

Well I just found me a brand new box of matches

And what she knows you ain't had time to learn

These boots are made for walking

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You put on your boots and I'll put on mine

And we'll sell a million records any old time, yeah!

This is the part of the record where the engineer, Eddie Brackett

Said, "If we don't fade this thing out, we're all gonna be arrested."