I like showing off my clothes,
What I'm like, no one knows.

Hey, children, come and see me pose.

It's so easy to make them stare,
Just by planning what to wear.

Hey, children, come and see me pose.

They think I'm a working man,
Hide my cars and Spanish tan.

Hey, children, come and see me pose.

Now I've lost all my friends,
'cause my posing would never end.

Hey children, why must everyone pose?
Hey children, why must you all pose?
Hey children, why must I pose?

Hey children, try to stop and think.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002