why did you she’d your clothes?
put back on your robes
running down the street under the noon sun
why did you do it? did you think it would be fun?
wearing nothing but a poncho – we can see your bare -ss
it doesn’t give you elegance, style or cl-ss
your soul to the world you show
at least wear a sombrero
red, green, yellow, blue, pink and indigo
wearing all the colours of a freaked out rainbow
woven out of wool so you don’t catch cold
but doesn’t it itch? cos that’s what i was told.
they rugby tackled you to the ground
indecent exposure, guilty you’re found
you think you’re the head honcho
with your dirty poncho
people boo and hiss
you just laugh and p—
i think you look stupid too
but i wish i was just like you