Regalia—the brakes off, I start
in making my costuming daily.
Oh, regalia, around both my knees
I squeeze into sweet herringbone.

Regalia—I’m playing my part
in making my costuming male-ly.
Oh, regalia with you I’m so pleased;
I’m teasing up my hair dry-blown,
Conair®-blown.

Putting duds on in my bedroom;
it’s regalia that is in full bloom
(put ’em on!).
Some say I have gaudy taste
when I put on my head
a turban; pate’s encased.

Regalia—I can’t wait to start
in making my costuming gaily
Oh, regalia,
into you I squeeze;
you’re teasing my pleased hairing bone,
comfy bone.

Jubilation chic duds I am in;
I call for some more—like a caftan.
Muu-m’ elation she duds I am in;
I call for some more that show calf tan.