Skin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cat has a lovely fur jacket,
The cow has a leather jerkin,
The sheep has a thick woollen jumper,
But we have got nothing but skin.

Chorus
Skin, skin, skin, skin,
Nothing but skinny, skin, skin, skin, skin.
Skin, skin, skin, skin
Nothing but skinny, skin, skin.

On the very last day of creation,
Nature had emptied her bin,
She ran out of clothes for her creatures,
And she turned us all out in our skin.

We were last in the queue at creation,
The others all did very well.
The birds commandeered all the feathers,
The tortoise flew off with the shell.

The leathers and hides of the others
Are far more effective than skin,
It doesn't protect you from weather,
It's simply for keeping you in.

Skin is quite good for complexion,
It's handy if you wish to blush,
So please treat your skin with affection,
Without it you're nothing but MUSH

With Crimplene and Orion and Nylon
With silk and with serge and sat-in,
Please do your best to keep hidden,
The terrible scourge of the skin.

Some people really don't like it,
They'd chuck the lot in the bin,
Each time they turn on the telly
They can see nothing but skin.

Some folk are friendly some hostile,
You'll tell them from how they begin,
The foe will say 'gimme some money,'
A friend will say, 'gimme some skin.'