Underwear! Long underwear!
It makes the foulest weather
feel like fair
It's ten below and icy winds
blow whistling through the air
Let it storm I'm toasty warm
inside my underwear.
Prudence says to set our thermostats
at sixty-five
In skimpy briefs and brassieres
you will not survive
The Lord in all her wisdom
gave us more than skin and hair
She gave us wit, ourselves
to fit with thermal underwear.
Underwear! Long underwear!
Beneath our clothes, without
it we are bare
Plutonium is perilous and
coal pollutes the air
The energy source that's best,
of course, is thermal underwear.
Paul Newman wears it all the
time and Redford he does, too
Barbra Streisand swears that
it's the only thing to do
Lovers, if you think that
taking off your clothes is nice
Do not miss the greater bliss
of taking them off twice!
Underwear! Long underwear!
Slip inside and leave behind
your cares
The oil and gas kingpins will
rant and tear their hair
Who needs them? We've got
a friend in thermal underwear.
© 1981 Fred Small,Pine Barrens Music (BMI)
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