Times are hard
You're still dressing on the cheap
So you find yourself out shopping
At the Savers' down the street

Now you've found a vintage Gloweave
In a funky shade of brown
Well you better take up runnin'
Stop that beer gut hangin' down

CHORUS:
You're a fool to wear that bodyshirt, oh yeah
I don't wanna see that bodyshirt no more
It ain't cool to wear that bodyshirt, oh yeah

Lights had burned out
In the changeroom at the store
So you failed to see those buttons
Strain to hide your body flaws

Like a Sumo in a corset
Breathing in would cause you pain
I can see horrible man-boobs
Not one iota of shame

REPEAT CHORUS