Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin',
We're finally on our own,
This summer I hear the drummin',
Can't show my sloppy Joe...
Hello, Hefner, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again...
We don't need no titilation,
We don't need no clothes control,
No dark sarcasm in the change room,
Hey, nudists! Leave the streets alone!
Mama put my skin in the ground,
I can't wear it anymore...
Come gather ‘round boomers where'er you disrobe,
And see how the waistlines around you have grown…
For your tush, it is disgustin'