Lyrics

Fashion Crisis Hits New York
Fashion crisis hits New York
I saw a blind man
He was eating his fork
He said that's what you had
To do to be cool
You eat your cutlery
instead of your food

What a hippy diddly crazy world
What a hippy diddly crazy world

Well fashion it moves on and on
While the things we've bought
Have been hardly worn
And I still like my
old three piece suite
But it's in the shed
and I've got no seat
Oh no no

They say necklines to the waist
You change your body to
keep up with the pace
The rich buy dearest
cause they want to be sure
The poor can't afford
to be that insecure