You used to be quite content with your shower cap   I guess now I know you feel more at home   With a case of Handi-Wrap      You’d hold your own if you thought that it was clean   At least give me some gloves to wear   Or a picture of St. Augustine      If I were to die with these things on, can’t say I didn’t try      I’d think that you would try to find something to do   With my old school tie   That doesn’t turn my skin blue      Is it hot in here, or do I feel a little draft   From these pants that you brought for me to wear   The ones that have no back      If I were to die with these things on, you might want to try   Another size      I’d take your name, if I thought it’d do me good   If it’s all the same to you   I’ll just take a look under your hood      If you were to die with this thing on   You coulda chose a better style      And now that you’ve gone off   And all of this has passed   I don’t recall your face no more   But you left behind your mask      If I were to die with these things gone   I’d be frozen with a smile