I wouldn't sell my belt to industry So they carded me And they carted me off Naked with that belt around my waist It was my father's once I still see his face They carted me off But I managed to escape the good gendarme And I fled through field and farm stripped of natural charm Naked but that belt I wear so well Past the pyramids And the liberty bell Hey this is something I have to do for myself I have to for myself I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way What could their small words say When they say them that way Bathed in sweat and feathered as a crow I laid a beating on the sleet and snow With my frostbitten toes I remained unrecognized in my home town Beneath my monstrous gown Of feather and down But I gathered up and army made of those Who aimed to shame them From their repose We took up weapons And took off our clothes So what say you And all your friends Meet all of my friends In the alley with knives What say you And all your friends Step up to my friends In the alley tonight