I cannot wear my pyjamas to work
Nor swim in my shirt and tie.
But there is a cloth for all occasion
I want to put it on
To work and sleep

I swear I would not dream
Of running a race in my
Jacket and trousers
I would sweat like it were raining
And my toes, in pain, they would swell

But you tell me of a cloth I could wear
A garment restoring my shame
Put him on like a clothing
A garment that does not go out of season
Covering my state of undress

I can wear you to sleep
To work and to my friends and to the one
I proclaim my enduring love to.

When I cycle
I wear sweat proof tights and pants
The cool air goes through me like
I am naked.
But yet I cannot wear cycle pants
To go see my in-laws

But there is a garment for all occasion.