Skin
You gotta have skin
All you really need is skin
Skin's the thing that if you got it outside,
It helps keep your insides in
It covers your nose,
And it's wrapped around your toes
And inside it you put lemon meringue,
And outside ya hang your clothes
Skin is what you feel at home in
And without it, furthermore,
Both your liver and abdomen
Would keep falling on the floor
(And you'd be dressed in your intestine)
A Siamese twin
Needs an extra set of skin
When the doctor knows that you're feeling sick
Where does he stick his needle in?
In the end of your skin
All your friends and all your kinfolks,
Whether poor or whether rich,
They have all got lots of skin, folks,
It's convenient when they itch
(Nothing can match it when ya scratch it)
It fits perfectly
Yours fits you, and mine fits me
When you're sitting down, it folds and looks grand
And then when you stand, it's where it's been
Ain't you glad you've got skin!
When you were just a little baby, why your skin fit fine
And it still is gonna fit you when you're six foot nine
So whether you're fat, tall, big, small, chubby or thin,
Ain't you glad you've got skin!
Autor(es): EPHRAIM LEWIS, JON QUARMBY
