How I adore
That Clay ignores
The fashion rule so dire
That redheads should,
When lookin' good,
Avoid the hues of fire!
No color makes him run afraid
From rust to tangerine...
But I've a squishy place saved
For the wearin' o' the green!
I get, quite frankly, randy
When my man boldly combines
Checks and plaids and stripes and swirls
And other odd designs.
But for all his tacky outerwear
(and layers left unseen!)
My heart will always pitter pat
For the wearin' o' the green!
So let the fashionistas urge
That Clay should stray from red!
We'll just remind them of the NAT
And the shirt that left us dead.
Hooray for yellow sneakers!
Pink shoelaces! Pumpkin shirt!
They never fail to be the gale
That whooshes up my skirt!
Ah, clothes that emphasize those eyes
A-glowin' as they glow,
Just like the leaves in summertime
Or shamrocks down below,
That compliment the auburn hair
Of my Vanilla Bean...
In lieu of nekkidness, I'll bow
To the wearin' of the green!
-- song stylin' and graphic blandishment by