Deodorant

Think I'll dress in my one suit, silk shirt and handkerchief, pop in a breath mint and shine up my shoes; make that impression, look good for the ladies, with cash in my hand what have I got to lose? Yet I wish I felt better more up to the task, my suit's sure been neater, my shirt has a stain; you don't notice it, though, when I'm wearing my jacket and the hole in my pocket? I'm not one to be vain. For there's no one to impress, I'm the only one I'll see, so I'll roll on some deodorant and I'll smell good for me.