Verse 1
I bought y
ou down in New York City
At the studios of NBC
Cause you were emblazoned with Mr T
Many years ago
I wore you out nearly every night
When I was low or when I was high
People smiled as they passed by
Thinking about the A-Team
Chorus
And your words say “I pity the fool”
Now your colour is faded and your face is too
And this may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s last Christmas
Verse 2
I had a photo with you in Old Lyon
With a big smile and a strange hat on
I was touring the world and feeling strong
You were in your prime
I wore you over in Germany
From ‘Wie geht es dir?’, to ‘wo wohnen sie?’
So many people came and talked to me
Because of some fond memory
Chorus
And your words say “I pity the fool”
Now your collar is stretched and your face is too
And this may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s last Christmas
Bridge
Last Christmas, My T-shirt’s
Verse 3
Well summer is here once again
I’m sucking in my stomach trying to look thin
And wearing a jumper would be committing a sin
I reach out for you once more
I’m doing my best to see out anothr year
I pull you on over each ear
And to my surprise you draw a tear
Mr T has had a lobotomy
Chorus
And your words say “I pity the fool”
Now your words are missing a letter or two
And this may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s
This may be my T-shirt’s last Christmas