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I could never wear that sweater
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I could never wear that sweater
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My grandpa gave me hand-me-down
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When I put it on I look like a clown
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All the kids would beat me up at school
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Made me itch cause it was made of wool
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Leather bound buttons in a monkey shit brown
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Everywhere i go people putting me down
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When i go and do the little bottom buttons up
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Makes me looke like I got a big beer gut
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Coming home late on an afternoon
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My lip was all bloody and my forehead all bruised
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Singing all the blues like hoody led better
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All because of that shitty brown sweater
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Shitty little sweater causing too much pain
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Hung it in the closet never wear it again
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No disrespect to my grandpa
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But this sweater incident has gone too far
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CHORUS
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Late last June I was buying some slacks
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From favourite Op shop named Aunty Jacks
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Took them back to my abode
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Had a good look through my big wardrobe
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Then I spyed that certain sweater
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But somehow it looks so much better
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When I put it on no turning back
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Even look good with my new brown slacks
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REPEAT CHORUS TILL END
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Sweater
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Eskimo Joe |