I'm wearing a moth-eaten hat,
the one that I swiped from Jack Sprat.
It's lacking a crown
and the brim’s fallen down
and it smells like a rampant Tom cat.
But it fits on my head like a glove
the one that I swiped from Jack Sprat.
It's lacking a crown
and the brim’s fallen down
and it smells like a rampant Tom cat.
But it fits on my head like a glove