| Lyrics: | Skin
You gotta have skin.
All you really need is skin.
Skin's the thing that if
you got it outside,
It helps keep your insides in.
It covers your nose,
And
it's wrapped around your toes.
And inside it you put lemon meringue,
And outside ya hang
your clothes.
Skin is what ya feel at home in.
And without it,
furthermore,
Both your liver and abdomen
Would keep falling on the floor.
(And
you'd be dressed in your intestine)
A Siamese twin
Needs an extra set of
skin.
When the doctor knows that you're feeling sick
Where does he stick his needle
in?
In the end of your skin.
All your friends and all your kinfolks,
Whether
poor or whether rich,
They have all got lots of skin, folks,
It's convenient when they
itch.
(Nothing can match it when ya scratch it)
It fits perfectly.
Yours
fits you, and mine fits me.
When you're sitting down, it folds and looks grand.
And then
when you stand, it's where it's been.
Ain't ya glad you've got skin!
When you were
just a little baby, why your skin fit fine.
And it still is gonna fit you when you're six foot
nine.
So whether you're fat, tall, big, small, chubby or thin,
Ain't ya glad you've got
skin |
