Well, you wonder why I always dress mismatched
Why I always don weird garments that are patched
And why does my ensemble seem to make the people stare
Well, there’s no meaning for the clothes I choose to wear

I dress mismatched while there’s friends who will only call
Asking me for more money to buy an eight ball
I’ll dress weird while there’s old skinflints who cannot spare a dime
And make people feel sorry ‘cause they’re past their prime

I’ll dress mismatched while people profit from
The off’rings to the Lord whose kingdom comes
Whose token acts of luke warmness hide rank cupidity
God, you’d think they’d stop their great stupidity

Things are lookin’ pretty good to get ahead
With our hybrid ’lectric cars and sweatshop threads
But has anyone noticed that no one has any scratch
I don’t care to notice if I’m mismatched

I‘m mismatched while there’s scalawags who scam
While there’s greedy ones whose business are a sham
I’ll dress mismatched as long as the public don’t seem to mind
Fashion statements aren’t usually this kind
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And, I’m ragtag while there’s millions who can’t live
Without sticking someone with a shiv
I’m unkempt while there are many more millions who still live
Swearing they have nothing they can give

Well, there’s things that always rile the status quo .
And folks keep smiling everywhere I go
But ‘til we stop and give a hoot and share some of our loot
You’ll never see me wear a fancy suit

Ah, I’d love to wear Armanis fully pressed
And show the neighborhood my double breasts
But I’ll try to carry on a little somewhat undetached
When things are better suited, I will dress mismatched