| I could never wear that sweater
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| I could never wear that sweater
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| My grandpa gave me hand-me-down
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| When I put it on I look like a clown
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| All the kids would beat me up at school
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| Made me itch cause it was made of wool
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| Leather bound buttons in a monkey shit brown
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| Everywhere i go people putting me down
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| When i go and do the little bottom buttons up
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| Makes me looke like I got a big beer gut
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| Coming home late on an afternoon
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| My lip was all bloody and my forehead all bruised
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| Singing all the blues like hoody led better
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| All because of that shitty brown sweater
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| Shitty little sweater causing too much pain
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| Hung it in the closet never wear it again
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| No disrespect to my grandpa
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| But this sweater incident has gone too far
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| Late last June I was buying some slacks
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| From favourite Op shop named Aunty Jacks
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| Took them back to my abode
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| Had a good look through my big wardrobe
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| Then I spyed that certain sweater
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| But somehow it looks so much better
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| When I put it on no turning back
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| Even look good with my new brown slacks
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