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—