T-Shirt

She wants me to throw out my favourite t-shirt
"How many favourite t-shirts can one man have?"
That's like asking me to lose my memory
Looks at me like I'm an alien

Well, yes-the concert was 11 years ago
Yes-the fabric has developed some extra holes

But it's part of me
Don't want to forget
Part of me
Not ready to part with yet

She wants me to throw out my favourite boots
The ones I wore when we walked across the Golden Gate Bridge
But these boots have climbed mountains, they rode elephants and camels and a bicycle in China
Shakes her head and mumbles something about men

Well, yes-the only climbing they do now is up a ladder changing light globes
Yes-the only walking they do now is 'round the yard when I can't avoid the mowing any more
Yes-the soles are all worn, stitching's undone and they've got multi-coloured stains from when we painted
Painted 'round the back

But they're part of me
Don't want to forget
Part of me
Not ready to part with yet

But they're part of me
Don't want to forget
Part of me
Not ready to part with yet

Well, I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready
I'm not, I'm not ready to part with



Credits
Writer(s): Fergus Maximus
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