Labor Day, brother,
put them white pants away.
I reiterate: Labor Day;
put them white shoes away.
Nobody told that blazing sun up there,
but the etiquette polices get the final say.
Way past Labor Day,
shred that seersucker, fool.
The calendar say September,
so ditch them white bucks, too.
No matter what the thermometer say,
We talking ’bout society rules!
Science book say white jacket repel the heat
help to keep your arm pit dry.
Science book say dark clothes sorbs the heat
and make your poor body fry.
But the science also say they ain’t
no heaven to go to when you die.
Up in heaven, it always the month of May
Up in heaven it always the month of May
You can wear that white robe without no snooty dismay.
Gots to get to heaven to ‘scape global warmin’
Needs to get to heaven to ‘scape global warmin’
It be almost Christmas and the skeeters still be swarmin’
Oh, do Lawd, it Labor Day,
time to put them white clothes away.
Done be Labor Day,
gotta put them white clothes away.
Time to don you some wool
and pray for the Judgment Day
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