Garmentmakerville

Stitchin' in sponge "cakes,"
To make buxom fakes—
Want those turrets to make lovers boil.
Stitch size 6 G-strings
That make the boys swing—
Even the shrimpy ones start to roil.

CHORUS:
Bastin' a rayon hem in garmentmakerville.
Purchases require a trip to the vault.
I think payments are too high for this raiment.
Price tags make me squawk, "Oy gevalt!"

It's fashion season;
Girls want to squeeze in
A more-than-ample 6 to a size 2.
Try this. . .zoot-suity,
For stretchin'-can booty—
Sags in the rear, it looks like a queue.

CHORUS

I sew up some zipped frocks;
Then schlep some tank tops.
Cut chenille for the head of a gnome,
Who's a cute gender-bender,
Who's had a poon rendered.
He owns a "con"; c*ck-shunned—it's not hangin' on.

Bastin' a rayon hem in garmentmakerville.
His fashions will have to be pretty small.
There was once hard pavement; now there is cavement.
You could say, it's his own dame fault.