These Shoes by Deda


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Punter Shop Pilferer Put In Pokey By Poo On Shoe -- SYDNEY (Reuters) - A glob of dog excrement on a Queensland robber's shoe has been used as evidence to identify him, landing him with a 10-year stretch for a betting shop hold-up on Australia's Gold Coast. Police said Thursday they had used enhanced photos from a security camera to match the pattern of excrement found at the crime scene to that on 26-year-old Jacob Smith's shoe. "It's not rocket science. It's as plain as poo on your shoe," police sergeant Alan Piper, a veteran scientific officer, was quoted by local media as saying. "It could have been one of a thousand or ten thousand shoes, but because that poo was there it was creating a great big feature that allowed us to go to a positive identification." "I'd say there has been some more poo on the shoe but it has worn away," said Piper, who admitted to also doing a smell test. Smith, who had wrapped a sheet around his face to hide his identity during the heist, was jailed in June for 10 years and 10 months on charges of robbery, being armed and in company and unlawful use of a motor vehicle.

These Shoes by Deda
(Tune: These Boots Are Made For Walking)

Cops keep sayin' they got something one me
Something they call crime, but I guess
I've been steppin' where I shouldna been a steppin
And my poopy shoes have gone and done confessed

CHORUS:
These shoes were made for walking, and that's just what they did
These stinking heels of shoes have gone and walked me into sh*t
(Da da dum, Da da dum, Da da dum, Da da dum)

Folks keep payin where they shouldna be playin'
Folks keep losing when they oughta not bet
I kept thinkin' when I oughta been lookin'
About gettin' rich on whatever I could get

CHORUS

Folks keep saying I had something on me
Something with a stink, I admit
Cops came smelling where they shouldna been a smelling
And now Sargent Piper saying my bad shoes fit

CHORUS

Dogs keep poopin' where they shouldna be poopin'
Folks keep steppin' into piles of crap
I hid my face with a brand new mask of sheeting, yeah
But the smell of dog poop triggered Piper's trap

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