Nouveau Quasimodo fashions
There’s a name that rings a bell
Special pockets on the shoulder blades
For sachets filled with gel
Old Father Hubbard went to the cupboard
That’s when he discovered the bear
Who gobbled up Hubbard and all in the cupboard
And left just a bone lying there
Can I pull the wool over your eyes?
Will you cotton on to my stunt?
’Twill be a surprise if you get it
’Cos denim is mined back to front