It's sort of like a sheet you wrap around your legs
He promised us he'd wear it
But I haven't seen it yet
She said he was a coward
And he should seek some help
You know I'd love to see if she'd wear one herself

I'm happy sitting here in my sarong
And I still don't know what the hell is going on
I hear them whispering
Saying he's queer, he's a fool
But I don't care as long as I think that it's cool

If he comes in wearing it, I swear they'll scream
It's just a little change from a t-shirt and jeans
Dressing real original doesn't seem to be his trick
And if he does it
Then she'll probably drop her sticks

I'm happy sitting here in my sarong
And I don't care
If you think that it's right or wrong
I hear them whispering
Saying he's queer, he's a fool
But I don't care as long as I think that it's cool

It's my sarong