Any old pantyhose is a tiny tiny fishnet But the fish is dry And the pants don't fit There's no water But I'm still drowning I said the fish is dry And the pants don't fit After hours and hours Of trying to find out If Dolly Parton has Tattoos under her sleeves I give in You can't trust something like that To the evil forces of The internet Folded away in the pile Are the eyes of Michael Jackson They never speak to me I even tenderly Sing to him I'm in denial About the eyes of Michael Jackson I guess he's tired of being Another shirt I'm wearing