Impressing The Great Judge

Down on the beach I strutted and swaggered

Wearing new swim trunks,

‘cause my old ones were paggered

I puffed out my chest so I looked the bees knees

Every fit girl, I was looking to please.

I got some new shoes expensive, right cool

Whilst wearing these I’d be nobody’s fool

The heels were of leather, and the uppers were too 

Ev’ry goose I met, I’d surely say ‘BOO!!‘

I got a new suit, Shark skin real suave

To look my best, a good time I’d have.

Well would you believe it, Steve got one too,

I was peeved, I can tell you.

Went out in my track suit, Best money could buy,

With my nose in the air, I went sailing by,

To much of a hurry, to stop or to listen,

didn’t notice the sweat on their foreheads a glisten

I got me a tattoo, one just for fun,

A little bunny rabbit with a dirty great gun

And I lapped up the praise, adoration an’ all 

But in the night I still felt so small

So what is the point of this little ditty?

Does what you wear make your Heart less pretty?

Is it important to take off what you wear?

to come before God naked and bare?   

Or should I stand tall in my swim trunks and suit

With my fancy tattoo and my leather shoes beaut

My brand new trackies tucked under my arm

To impress The Great Judge with all of my charm