There's a place that I go


And no one really knows


Because I'm the only one


And it's a lot of fun


Yes I sit and wash my clothes


I play with my toes


In my skivvies





There's a man in the corner


With his right hand on the bible


And he's praying that it'll all turn out all right


But what this man hasn't seen


Is the only thing I dream is


Of a nation


Doing laundry


In their skivvies . . . with me





Some are blue and some are green


And a lot are in between


I don't describe them very well,


But boy those shorts are swell


They're my skivvies





I awoke, late one night


With a startle and a fright


From a dream that I had dreamt


And this is how it went


Well I pulled up in the schoolyard, I


Hopped out mom's car


In my skivvies, wearing


Nothing, nothing, nothing but my skivvies