Tough On Clothes - Graham Parker

That crazy shirt you wear

It’s gettin’thin near threadbare

That ribbon in your hair

Made outta lace and it’s bound to tear

Those ice-blue jeans you got

With the hole in the back

And the sunflower swatch

People are startin’to stare

God knows what’s goin' on

With your underwear

You’re tough on clothes

It’s gonna cost me a fortune

To keep you in 'em

You’re tough on clothes

I’m gonna have to get a job and

Make a decent livin' now

You’re tough on you’re tough on

Go easy now, go easy child

Those shoes like a blast from the past

The heels are lookin’wobbly now

They can’t last

That sweater with the maple leaf

Went and lost it’s shape

In the very first week

That jacket with the nice green piping

Got hit with a tomato that was

Really ripe and

Those brand new joggin' pants

Are covered with flies and crushed ants

Your mother spends so much

Time on stitchin'

You’ll have us all eatin' at the

Soup kitchen

You got a pair of pants for every day

But none of them fit did you buy 'em that way

You tried on everything at the local mall

But it’s either too big or too small

And that little black dress we bought ya

It looks like it’s been through some

Kind of torture

Those socks if they had half a chance

Would walk on their own or

Learn to dance

And those brand new sweat pants

Now is that dead flies or crushed ants