| Lyrics: | You see some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food.
The only thing I'm hunting
for
Is an outfit that looks good.
See my vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla
chest.
Feel this sweater, there's no better
Than authentic Irish Setter.
See this
hat, 'twas my cat.
My evening wear, a vampire bat.
These white slippers are
albino
African endangered rhino.
Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtle necks I've got my
share.
Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest
Try my red robin suit,
It comes one
breast or two...
See my vest, See my vest.
Like my loafers, former gophers,
It was
that or skin my chauffeurs,
But greyhound fur tuxedo would be best...
So let's prepare
these dogs,
Kill two for matching clogs!
See my vest!
See me vest!
Oh, please,
won't you see my vessssst |
