Lyrics
[instrumental intro]
(Verse 1)
Well, I walked into the store just the other day,
With hopes of finding clothes that would make me say, "Hooray!"
But as I looked around, oh, what did I see?
Every size on the rack, except the one for me!
(Chorus)
They've got smalls, they've got mediums, they've got extra large too,
But when it comes to my size, there's just nothing they can do!
Why does every store seem to pretend I'm not there?
I'm sick of this fashion, what am I supposed to wear?
[instrumental solo
(Verse 2)
The salesperson smiles, says, "Can I help you find your fit?"
I reply with a sigh, "Well, that might be a bit of a trick."
For they've got shirts for giants and pants for pixies too,
But the size that fits me best seems to be overdue!
(Chorus)
They've got smalls, they've got mediums, they've got extra large too,
But when it comes to my size, there's just nothing they can do!
Why does every store seem to pretend I'm not there?
I'm sick of this fashion, what am I supposed to wear?
(Bridge)
I'm not asking for much, just a shirt or some jeans,
But apparently, in their world, I don't quite fit the scenes.
I'll keep searching high and low, 'til I find my perfect size,
But until then, I'll just wear my frustration with pride!
[instrumental solo]
(Verse 2)
The salesperson smiles, says, "can I help you find your fit?"
I reply as I sigh, "Well, that's a bit of a trick."
you've got shirts for giants and pants for petites too,
But the size that fits me best is no where in the room!
(Chorus)
They've got smalls, they've got mediums, they've got extra large too,
But when it comes to my size, there's just nothing they can do!
Why does every store seem to pretend I'm not there?
I'm sick of this fashion, what am I supposed to wear?
[instrumental solo]
[instrumental solo]
(Verse 3)
I'm sifting through the racks, I don't know where to start,
But all I find are shirts for those with a well endowed parts!
All the items on sale are the ones they're out of stock,
While I'm left with an ugly sweater that even my grandma would mock!
(Chorus)
They've got smalls, they've got mediums, they've got extra large too,
But when it comes to my size, there's just nothing they can do!
Why does every store seem to pretend I'm not there?
I'm sick of this fashion, what am I supposed to wear?
[instrumental solo]
[instrumental solo]
(Bridge)
When I strolled into the mall, my clothes a little frayed,
Hoping to spend my dough, but feeling quite dismayed.
But as I tried to shop, I found myself in a bind,
Nobody wants my money, 'cause myr shape's one of a kind!
(Chorus)
They've got smalls, they've got mediums, they've got extra large too,
But when it comes to my size, there's just nothing they can do!
Why does every store seem to pretend I'm not there?
I'm sick of this fashion, what am I supposed to wear?
[instrumental solo]
[Instrumental solo]
(Fade Outro)
And to the shops in here, I have a word or two to say,
Pay attention to your clients, don't let them get away.
For every shape and size deserves a place upon your shelf,
If you're missing unique sizes, it's a surefire way to lose yourself!
[end song]
