(with apologies to Lee Pockriss and Paul Vance, authors of "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini")
He was afraid to come out of his bedroom.
He was as nervous as he could be.
He was afraid to come out of his bedroom.
He was afraid that his family would see.
Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore.
He wore a folded-pleated, creamy-khaki, leg-revealing, mid-thigh skirt.
Because the 90s the temperature would hit.
A folded-pleated, creamy-khaki, leg-revealing, mid-thigh skirt.
Because his shorts did his school forbid.
Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more.
He was afraid of the school bus to take,
So his bike to his school did he ride.
He cursed out agreements with friends he did make,
As along the back roads he did ride.
Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore.
He wore a folded-pleated, creamy-khaki, leg-revealing, mid-thigh skirt.
96 degrees, so it was told.
A folded-pleated, creamy-khaki, leg-revealing, mid-thigh skirt.
So to his school on his bike he rode.
Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell you more.
He was afraid to come out of the bike lock.
Terrified his schoolmates might see.
He was afraid to come out of the bike lock.
So to his first class he tardy will be.
Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore.
He wore a folded-pleated, creamy-khaki, leg-revealing, mid-thigh skirt.
And his schoolmates saw him well.
His schoolmates also wore the skirt,
And now he's relieved as Hell.