Frilly pink underwear

Frilly pink underwear

I walk into a bar,
but no one turns to stare.
Why should they?
How could they know:
I'm wearing my
frilly pink underwear?


And all thru' the work-a-day
On the phone or at my desk.
Sure some may suspect,
but til they see me undressed,
they can only guess:
I'm in my frilly underwear.




And ohhhh,
that silky feeling,
soothes my blues away.
And ohhhh,
the delicious indecision:
what pair shall I wear today?




Looking 'round the office,
with a smile - all unaware,
that beneath this dull
grey suit and tie,
I'm wearing my
lovely pink underwear.


(middle eigth:)

And all the books you read,
your magazines,
the TV's superior air.
Don't let 'em fool you
when they tell you,
what is what
and what goes where.
Me?
I'll be free from the square.
All I gotta do is wear
my frilly pink underwear.




Look around you sometime,
how many can you
claim to know?
Cos what you see
- that ain't it -
It's all the stuff they
don't let show.



(middle eigth:)

People who think along
the line,
pity them
they're already dead.
They've just got
such sluggish minds,
they haven't even
worked it out yet.
Me?
I'm be free
when I wear
my frilly pink underwear.




Fade out:

Nothing can compare.
To my frilly pink underwear.

(Backing vocals:

Ride to work on a turtle every day,
strap a turnip to your head.
Do what you want for God's sake!
One day you'll be dead.)