A centipede would certainly need
A hundred stripy socks,
But what’ll he do when his socks wear
through
from climbing trees and rocks?
What ‘ll he do when his socks wear through,
When all of his socks wear out?
He’ll sit in a heap and start to weep,
and his mother begins to shout.
Here’s what his mother will shout
When all of this socks wear out.

Chorus:
I’ve bought you ten, bought you twenty,
Bought you thirty, forty, fifty,
Bought you sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety,
bought you a hundred socks!
So off you go, now, sonny,
Do you think I’m made of money?
Until I can afford to buy you more,
You can keep your feet right off the floor!
A centipede would certainly need
A hundred rubber boots.
But what’ll he do when his boots wear throught,
From wriggling under roots?
What’ll he do when his boots wear throught,
When all of his boots wear out?
He’ll sit in a heap and start to weep,
And his mother will shout.
Here’s what his mother will shout,
When all of his boots wear out.

Chorus:
I’ve bought you ten, bought you twenty,
Bought you thirty, forty, fifty,
Bought you sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety,
bought you a hundred socks!
So off you go, now, sonny,
Do you think I’m made of money?
Until I can afford to buy you more,
You can keep your feet right off the floor!