Some people dress up like the past
And call it a renaissance fair.
Some people dress up like the future
And call it fashion week.
Some people dress up like the present
And they’re all just sort of there…
I don’t dress at all anymore
And just hope someone takes a peek.
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There once was a skirt from Jerusalem
That wanted to grow its vertical some.
It tried adding a shirt
But it turns out the skirt
Might have needed a dress rehearsal., hm?
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I wear a pair of rubber gloves
When I do the dishes.
I wear a napkin on my lap
When I’m eating fishes.
I wear a suit with leather shoes
When I’m feeling dapper,
So why can’t I dress like a clown
When I’m on the crapper?
