Lyrics

All you fashion misfits,
You know who you are.
Stuck-up stuffy stiff-necks,
Noses in the air.
Policemen, lawyers, bankers,
Preachers in the park,
Can't you read between the lines,
Of the graffiti on the wall.

You wanna look good?
Straighten the tie, loosen the collar.

Had about as much as I am gonna take.
Fuddy-duddy judges,
Justifying rape.
Governments encourage,
Military force.
But what looks good on CBS,
Really ain't no good at all.

You wanna look good?
Straighten the tie, loosen the collar.

© Allport, Kennelly, Patch