The shirt'

Out for the night, on the outskirts of London, we chanced On a tavern, it was more or less random we few got our Drinks and listened to some songs there was a musican And when he took a break, a modern juke played along I Was wearing my fancy shirt white with black edgings and A run of gold type bars fronted over its button line pert.' There was there a guy younger than I a rock and roll fan With two toned shoes and wide eyes, i'd say he had some Challenges.? Its really all i noticed' yet one of the ladies with us, waved me closer, clear and low she spoke, have You seen how the young mans eyes, are fixated upon that Shirt? they are almost scintillating.' I'll bet dancing and music are his whole world.' Why don't give it to him? I said What my shirt.? She answered oh don't be such a churl.' So what Could be done at this?? I called him over got my jacket then Shirt off..Handed it over.' I heard someone exclaim from Across the bar, i've often heard the saying.' Now its happening in this very bar ' they there are some who'd give You the shirt from their back.' Then he pushed his way over To shake my hand, and that was that, the night went on The rock and roller in his new shirt.' And me just in my Jacket.' A little self conscious yet quite unhurt.'