My Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins

Everybody was after them back in the day I tell them this is not the King, you can't have it your way I still have them and they are still sought after When I wear them, I don't understand the laughter A policeman stopped me and gave me a fine He said I was violating the noise ordinance with my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins My niece is due to inherit them for her generation to enjoy They are unisex, made for a girl or a boy I try to make sure that disco is still rockin' Right now I am jammin' on the song Jive Talkin I am wearing a shirt the color of red tomatoes off the vine This shirt will go well with my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins I have to dig a chest to find my three inch platform heel shoes The color has kept well, the brilliant Robin Egg Blue The shoes are tight, but the read a size nine What a great combination of clothes all built around my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins As I go to a club to dance, I clear the floor A bouncer shows me kindly to the door I wonder what did I do wrong to deserve this I lift my arms and smell my pits A girl calls me Austin Powers and tells me I am way ahead of my time I tell her it must be my shirt or shoes, I know it can't be my Manderine Orange Calvin Kleins I guess I will move to a place where they show pity Maybe a place where I can fit in, I know such a place, it is called Sioux City Maybe then I can get the respect I most certainly deserve I will wear my Argyle socks and throw them Sioux Cityans a curve I hear the Carmens and Brewers are cousins of mine They will all be jealous of my Manderin Orange Calvin Kleins