Bet you thought I'd praise you for the choice you made The cut, the tailoring, the brand When the color is somewhat bland When the sun has caused the shade to fade When it makes you look so out of shape
How do I make you understand The clothes you wear don't make a man When they're positively second-hand And just don't fit you
Bet you thought I'd buy all of the things you said The words, the praising had me sold When the theory doesn't hold When it makes you seem so easily led When it makes you sound so awfully cold
How do I make you understand The things you say don't make a man When they're positively second-hand And just don't fit you
I know it's too easy to say – find your own path Yes, I know you feel that it's too late to find your own path But hand-me-down is not the way When what you need is tailor made for you