At the KOC Local 313 There's a fat man standing by the soda machine And he knows, he knows, he knows Life can be funny He calls the hair salon says put Loretta on Cause the mall just called and said the last guy's gone And I know, I know, God knows We need the money And he's a big red cherry But it's hard to be merry When the kids are all laughing Saying hey it's Jerry Garcia Ain't he cute? The man in the Santa suit And all the Moms in town bring their brats around And they can't sit still or keep their rootbeer down Now it's up, hey how 'bout that It looks like a milkshake Now Jimmy's grown this year says Mommy quick come here Santa's sweaty and he smells like beer And he says, kid shut your mouth You give me a headache And he's jolly and hairy But it's hard to be merry When the guys at the bar Say he looks like a fairy But he's doing it just for the loot The man in the Santa suit [Break] verse x2 And he's a big red cherry He's jolly and hairy Everyone's laughing, but he doesn't care He stays cool Ain't he cute? The man in the Santa suit [Fade out with intro]

Chorus Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere Now I believe in looking Like my time on earth is cooking Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked With some glamour guaranteeing Every fibre of my being Is displayed to quite remarkable effect From your cradle via trousseau To your death bed you're on view, so Never compromise, accept no substitute I would rather wear a barrel Than conservative apparel Because dress has always been my strongest suit Chorus Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere Staying in or hitting townwards From the top and working downwards I ensure that every stitch is stitched in time Whether wig or hat or turban Whether clad boudoir or urban Not to strut your stuff outrageously's a crime And the few who are invited To my wardrobe are delighted As they wander through my things to find en route That in negligee or formal I am anything but normal Because dress has always been my strongest suit Chorus Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere (x2) Now you don't need a recital Of the reasons why it's vital That tonight my trappings will not be subdued That from coronet to sandal No one else is worth a candle That I couldn't make more impact in the nude So bring me all my finest Most audacious, mi divine-ist Most revealing, most expensive and taboo Most arresting, most heart-stopping Most free flowing, most eye popping Because dress has always been my strongest suit Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere.

When I was a young boy, My daddy sat me down. He said, "Son don't you never go to the dark of town. I'm talking downtown Memphis, See that's where the black folk play." And I say, "Yessir daddy." And then I snuck down anyway. See never was taught to read none, Oh no never taught to write. The only thing my daddy taught, Was that white should stay with white. But I heard it through the alleys, It floated on the breeze. It burst out through the doorways, And it knocked me to my knees. It broke down all of my senses, And made me feel so home. See I was lost until I found the music of my soul. The music of my soul. And then one day my daddy died, And we laid him in his grave. And my momma she cried and cried and cried, And prayed that he'd be saved. But all I felt was pity, For he never understood. How could people be so bad, And make me feel so good? It went right through my body, It drive me by my heart. It shot out from my fingertips And pulled me right apart. It broke down all my senses. It made me feel so home. And I would love it till the day I die, The music of my soul. It broke down all my senses. It made me so feel home. See I was lost until I found... I was deaf until I heard... I'll make this world come around to, The music of my soul. The music of my soul.