A Jazzy Sweater

I heard one day there was a jazzy sweater
His name was Fishy Greg Foosh Foosh The 23rd
I searched for a long time throughout Dudetown
Until finally one day he was found, found

He told me I was a Sweatermin like you
But my love for sweaters grew and grew
If you knit 100 sweaters in a row
Finally a sweater you will grow

I started knitting in my living room
With pinks and purples and reds and greens too
And as I got to 99 I wondered
Did I want to be a sweater for the rest of my life

But then I found out it was too late
I had turned into a sweater already
And then I wondered how I'd get out
And thankfully I figured out how

All I had to do was bake a pie
With apples, cherries and some key lime
And then when it was out the oven
I put on a plate after dinner

And as I turned back into me
Everyone cheered because I was free
Finally no more disguise
I screamed out loud
Thank you to my pie, ooh yeah
Thank you to my pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh whoa, oh yeah