Do you have a shirt that you really want—
one that you feel so happy in?
You are not even sure where it was made;
you know, without it you feel ill.

I want my shirt, my favorite shirt;
I was really bummed once when I lost it.
I want my shirt, must have that shirt
that’s given to me by my brother Bert.

There’s so many hues in which shirts can come..
depend on which threads they spin.
Ah, but you will really mind if there are holes in it.
Holes from moths really make you ill.

It just isn’t jeans that I really love…
coat and vest—I don’t care if I’ve lost them.

I want my shirt, I want my shirt,
the best part of my wardrobe.