When I was a young boy
my parents moved across the world
to somewhere by the sea, jungle, wet, rain-y
papa was a tailor, stitching up a little coat
the type of a little queer can't acknowledge
I need beer

I remember too.. thunderclaps in the sky
lightning flash.. raining there
coat was worn, when I dared
I once spent six months with a geeky coat,
collar up against my throat always gagging me
stupid individual
coloured up in pearl
the bottom hem was furled
the sympathy of sister..
as I always looked so queer
so why did it stop me?
was dry and water free...
ah c'mon all you lads..
lets all wear one to live..
there's a life, we'll have more
coats to wear, and not be sore....
I once spent six months with a geeky coat
six months in a geeky coat..home made stuff can be cruel
don't be fooled.. it's not "kind"
there was wind at the tails
when it was on I'd wail
I once spent six months in a geeky coat
Nothing but a geeky coat