There's a blister on my sister from too many Grande Jete
And there's nothing I can do to make it go away
With bandages applied, she looks so undignified
It's a sad athlete who's got sore feet
Chorus:
Welcome to the club
Don't think this is easy street
We know how it feels
But when the lights go down, the curtain comes up
And the setting is complete.
It's bittersweet, when we've got sore feet
It's a crying change shame to see just how personalities
Can change dramatically.
When we've got sore feet
It's the dance with pain, but they'd do it all again
It's a love hate thing, when you're got (we've got)