My beliefs are on this T-shirt
My religion's in my pants
My condition's on this iPhone
Everyone does what they want
I believe in helping others
I will sing my freedom song
I donate to worthy causes
I go along to get along

Sing my T-shirt, take it off
Dance these shoes until we drop

In this land of milk and honey
In this future bright and gay
Though this shirt is old and saggy
And its words will fade away
Simple things, a line or two
Succinct and clear, a kind of truth
No pretension or deep intent, there's
No mistaking what I meant

Sing my T-shirt, take it off
Dance these shoes until we drop

Look at my shirt, my love
It's the only way that I can talk to you
It's faded and torn, misshapen and worn
But listen to my shirt 'cause every single clichéd word is true

Sing my T-shirt, take it off
Dance these shoes until we drop

Sing my T-shirt, take it off
Dance these shoes until we drop
Sing my T-shirt, take it off
Dance these shoes un—