The Iridiscent Pink Sock Blues

Well you gotta slouch around
With your zipper half-way down on you jacket
With your jeans on your hips
And a sneer on your lips
And your hair about as high as you can stack it
You gotta keep your eyebrows low
And your pockets full of cigarette packets

Oh, got them iridescent pink sock blues
I may not know what hell this is
My hair won't look like Elvis's
The iridescent pink sock blues
From my shiny oily hair
To my shiny pointed shoes
Aha

You gotta draw tattoos on your muscles
With a ball point pen
And on your knuckles too
And you've got to have the sleeves of your shirts rolled up so tight
The tips of your fingers turn blue
And my collar won't stay up
And my sideburns won't grow down
Ma, whatever I do

Oh, got them iridescent pink sock blues
Oh ma, I don't need babying
I wanna be like Fabian
The iridescent pink sock blues
From my shiny oily hair
To my shiny pointed shoes
Aha
Whoa

Well I'll pick you up at 8
In my Chevrolet V8
With the chrome plated spreadback pipes
And we'll cruise up and down
The main street of town
And drag everybody off at the lights
And we'll wag a day of school
'Cos you gotta keep your cool
And wear your jeans bare tight

Oh, got them iridescent pink sock blues
Now ma, don't you be so mean
I want to be like Jimmy Dean
The iridescent pink sock blues
From my shiny oily hair
To my shiny pointed shoes
Aha
Whoa, hey, ha-ha
Oh, hey, ha-ha

I've gotta see them in the night
When the stars shining bright
The phosphorescent, incandescent, iridescent pink sock blues
Oh yeah