We're All Naked Underneath Our Clothes
(c) copyright 1992 W.J. Bethancourt III
Underneath our clothes, we're all naked
Underneath our clothes, we're all obscene
Lord only knows what's happening under there
At a fancy dress ball or a casual scene!
Underneath our clothes, we're all naked
Until the day we die, I suppose!
So remember, it's so cute, it's your formal birthday suit!
We're all naked underneath our clothes!
Mrs. Grundy wears a dress down to her ankles
And a padlock underneath her panty-hose
She wears a girdle made of steel, you can hear the hinges squeal
And her face and hands are all that she'll expose!
She thinks that "Reader's Digest" is suggestive,
She never gets laid at all, I suppose
She takes showers in the dark, shakes the bushes in the park
But she's naked underneath her clothes!
The policeman on the corner's lookin' macho
With his uniform and badge all polished bright
He's lookin' pretty cute in his nice policeman's suit
With his clean-cut smile, he's a true Blue Knight!
He's got a faster car than mine to drive in;
His billy-club's a fetish, I suppose!
He wears leather underwear and he doesn't have a care
'Cause he's naked underneath his clothes!
Repeat Chorus
The Evangelist is lookin' like a million bucks
Givin' speeches to the nation on TV
All about carnality and sexual immorality
And the Moral Majority all agree!
He's got a girlfriend knocked up in Ohio,
And a couple more of which nobody knows!
He's got battery-powered "toys" and several little boys,
And he's naked underneath his clothes!
Repeat Chorus
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