I had a figure issue with the fashions of the pastBut no a lot more figure problem–now my shape’s in style at last
In the sackIn the sackNo one knows that I’m poorly designedI’m a runt in the frontAnd there’s as well much behind what’s behindBut who knowsAnd who seesUnderneath my Parisian chemiseWho can tell what I lack I’m in best designEvery fella of mineSays I’m just divineIn the sack
I’m a messIn a dressWith a peck-a-boo split up the sideAnd I frown on a gownWhere there just is no location to hideSo strike hornsWave the flagI’m the belle of the sphere in the bagI’m the pick of the packSince I took up the trendEvery gentleman friendSays I’m just the end (In the sack)
For the new lookI was much as well dumpyI might never get a sheath around myselfFor the flat lookI was much as well lumpyBut I discovered myselfWhen I discovered myself
In the sackIn the sackI am burning my old fundamental blackEach designer I seeFrom new York to PareeWants to throw little meIn the sack.
Lyrics by Jerry Herman (click on picture to go to a book of his lyrics).
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