In the store,
There’s a teddy,
Little Straps,
Like spaghetti,
They hold me so tight,
Like handcuffs at night,
Walkin’ round in women’s underwear.

In the office there’s a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He’ll say are you ready,
I’ll say no man,
Let’s wait until the wife is out of town.

Later on,
If you wanna,
We can dress,
Like Madonna.
Put on some eyeshade,
And join the parade,
Walkin’ round in women’s underwear.