A THING TO WEAR

Music and Lyrics, Roger Coghill


Looked through my wardrobe everywhere

I haven’t got a thing to wear!

Our friends all wear the latest thing

But my attire is suffering.

I tell you straight dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


A bum-length skirt by Mary Quant

Is something I will never want.

My booty wouldn’t stand the test

Of Twiggy’s pin-sized skinny vest.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


I’ve searched the clothes rack through and through

To be a shining jewel for you

And be a credit to your arm

When we go out to flash the charm.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Your credit at that West End store

Suggests that you could ask for more

And now I think of it, I’ve seen

A tasty number in light green.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Since Visa’s not invented yet

And credit’s not a certain bet

In order to fulfil my dreams

It’s notes I need, and these in reams.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


So open up your wallet dear

And let the moths free in the air

A load of fivers does the trick

And Biba’s closing soon so quick.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


There’s also Bourne and Hollingsworth

And Selfridges and Fenwicks too

And Dotty P. and Harrods there

And Carnaby Street and Leicester Square

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Don’t come with me, I’ll go alone

You see the price and you will moan

We like to live all in a whirl

But it’s a struggle for a girl.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Now something you won’t like to hear

My clothes rack’s bulging with old gear

And I know you reckon I’m a freak ,

But shopping starts again next week!

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.







There’s also Bourne and Hollingsworth

And Selfridges and Fenwicks too

And Dotty P. and Harrods there

And Carnaby Street and Leicester Square

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Don’t come with me, I’ll go alone

You see the price and you will moan

We like to live all in a whirl

But it’s a struggle for a girl.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.


Now something you won’t like to hear

My clothes rack’s bulging with old gear

And I know you reckon I’m a freak ,

But shopping starts again next week!

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.

I tell you straight, dear one, I swear

I haven’t got a thing to wear.




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