Flip-flops, flip-flops, from where have you come? br From the beach, or the zoo, maybe even from Guam? br Tell me your stories; I’d like to hear these, br Have you walked to a shop for a ham sandwich with cheese? br br Flip-flops, flip-flops, now where will you go? br To London or France, maybe even Cairo? br You and me, will explore in the rain, br While walking through sand on the coast of Spain. br br br Flip-flops, flip-flops, you’re now old and worn, br Your color has faded; your foam has been torn, br I’ve seen all your stories, its time to go. br Remember dear flip-flops, I love you so.