Baby take off your dress....

DEDICATED FOLLOWER OF FASHION

By The Kinks


They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

And when he does his little rounds,
'Round the boutiques of London Town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

They seek him here, they seek him there,
In Regent Street and Leicester Square.
Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built 'round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion.
He's a dedicated follower of fashion.

He wore tan shoes and pink shoelaces
A polkadot vest and man oh man
He's got tan shoes and pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hatband.

AND THE MOST FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING......
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your Daddy';s best jeans
Denim Blue fading up to the sky';
and the patches make the goodbye harder still
CAT STEVENS

"feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans"
KRIS KRISTOFFSON

Her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans
And her heart is frayed around the edges
She's comin' undone at the seams
JEWEL

There's a hole in my jeans I only wanted to fade
I've been ripping out the seams somebody else made tonight
MELISSA ETHERIDGE

Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old just older
BON JOVI

If you wonder what you do
That's got me into you
It's your blue jeans
The way that you rockin'; them blue jeans, baby

You can call if you wanna talk
Where I'll be
Get at me, oh
What you do
It's your blue jeans
The way that you rockin'; your blue jeans, baby
YASMEEN

"Where do you get those blue blue jeans, faded patched secret so tight?
THE WHO

Chasing dreams, Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
JONI MITCHELL

Where';s his jacket and his old blue jeans?
If this ain't healthy is it some kinda clean
RICKI LEE JONES

A pickup truck is her limousine
And her favorite dress is her faded blue jeans
GARTH BROOKS

'Forever in Blue Jeans'
NEIL DIAMOND

Girls can wear jeans
Cut their hair short,
Wear shirts and boots
It's okay to be a boy'
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
MADONNA

Two references to pants (jeans and pants) in one of the best 'love during wartime' punk hits of the 70's:

I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we were holding hands
Hearts a-bubble in the rubble
It was love at bomb site

All you give me is barbed wire love
All caught up in barbed wire love
Tangled up in barbed wire love
Throw my leg over barbed wire love
Barbed wire love snags my jeans

When I fell it was awful nice
Caught when not suspecting vice
The night was rife with wasteland life
You set my arm alight

[Chorus]

Blasted by your booby traps
I felt the blow in both knee-caps
Your eyes did shine
Your lips were fine
And the device in your pants was out of site

[Chorus]

-Stiff Little Fingers

Keith Urban
Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin' light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on

It's the weekend, and I know that you're free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh 'cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me

You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And I'm king of the road again

I'll meet ya in the usual place
You don't need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama

You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And I'm king of the road again

When I wake up in the mornin' light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on

You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing...
For Patricia is the best stripper in town,

And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
Take it away boys!
But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested,
The manner in which she was exposed,
And later on in court, well, everybody thought
A summer run in jail would be proposed,
CHRIS DE BURGH

Man:

Leather and lace, hanging in place,
and the fire was as warm as the wine
The leather was hot, the lace it was not,
so she left my side for a time.

Ran into town, leaving her gown
of lace in a place by the door.
Now the leather and lace, still hangs in place
but I never see her anymore.

Woman:

Leather and lace, hanging in place,
and desire was as warm as the wine.
The leather was sure the lace could endure,
and endure I did for a time.

Then I ran into town, leaving my gown
with a face like the red lace I wore.
Now the leather and lace still hangs in place,
but I never see him anymore.

-Lee Hazelwood

Well there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor
One less man to walk in
One less pair of jeans on your door
One less voice a-talkin'
jim croce

Eric Clapton --- Bell Bottom Blues


Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.
Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.
It's all wrong, but it's all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won't find a better loser.
Chorus
Chorus
Bell bottom blues, don't say goodbye.
I'm sure we're gonna meet again,
And if we do, don't you be surprised
If you find me with another lover.
Chorus

I'm happy to see everyone still in here getting dressed in their musical finest. What a great list of songs.

Movie star cards on dixie cup tops
And knickers to your knees
Ahhh do you remember these?
--Oak Ridge Boys?

You ain't seen nuttin' yet!! Jeans would have to be the top of the pops!

I see them every night in tight blue jeans
CYNDIE LAUPER

Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band
ELTON JOHN
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans
ELTON JOHN

Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker
LAURYN HILL

Blue, blue jeans I wear them every day,
There's no particular reason to change
BLUR

She's Venus in blue jeans
Mona Lisa with a pony tail
JIMMY CLANTON

Blond hair, blue jeans
Best thing I've ever seen
CHRIS DE BURGH

But I love the way you wear those jeans

Levis Prada Baby Phat
Love the way you're wearin that (I love the)
Calvin Iceberg Sergio (I love them)
Tryin to get inside of those
GINUWINE

Rock'n' roll in old blue jeans
Playing my guitar
Riding on a motor bike
Driving daddy's car
Making music just for fun
With you by my side
Rock'n' roll and you are what I like
TOMMY OHNER

You animal, you animal, walking down the street
You animal, you animal, move to the savage beat
Hey Chico, hey Machacha, say there Mr. Macho
Exercise, lift them weights, you work out I'll palipatate
To coin a phrase you're the cat's meow
And I'm the dog so Bow-wow-wow.

T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts, I like it
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts.
Construction boots, hard hats
Patches on the seems
Wam bam thank you Sam
T-shirts, tight blue jeans.

T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts, I like it
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts.
Forget about evening wear
Don't worry when the people stare
Forget about these three piece suits
Let's put on our cowboy boots
Forget about what's on the scene
It's t-shirts and tight blue jeans.

T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts, I like it
T-shirts and tight blue jeans, t-shirts.

Your tight blue shirt drives me insane
It makes me wanna play those games
Turn the light way up high
Yeah big man don't be shy.
DIVINE

"you don't stand a chance
without them bellbottom pants"
louden wainwright III

Camarillo Brillo, Frank Zappa (may his memory long endure)


She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more

(Is that a real poncho . . . I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . )

She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail

She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just-a 5'9, beautiful, tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'Cause that long cool woman had it all

And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for the legion hall

Put her blue dress on
And she'd curl her hair
Oh she's been waiting all week
And with a bounce in her step
And a wiggle in her walk
She'd be swinging down the street

kd lang "Big Boned Gal"

Mary Mac dressed in black,
silver buttons all down her back.
How low tips her toe,
she broke the needle and she can't sew

WALKING THE DOG (Strolling Drones cover)

Let's get butt-naked and f--k

-Ice T

Hi Heel Sneakers
Janis Joplin

Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Alright.
You better pass some boxing gloves
In case this foreman wanna fight.

Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey get your wig-hat on your head,
Honey, on your head.
Put on your hi, hi heel sneakers, darling,
Honey you're gonna wear your wig-hat on your head.
Yeah
When I'm steppin' out tonight, baby
I do believe, I'm really gonna knock 'em dead, oh!

OK. Thank you.