see my vest

I have a theory that The Simpsons shaped my sense of humour.
I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head for the past few days, so I thought I’d write it here as a cathartic measure to help purge my song-relay demons!

See My Vest by Mr Burns

Some men hunt for sport,
Others hunt for food,
The only thing I’m hunting for,
Is an outfit that looks good…

See my vest, see my vest,
Made from real gorilla chest,
Feel this sweater, there’s no better,
Than authentic Irish setter.

See this hat, ’twas my cat,
My evening wear – vampire bat,
These white slippers are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtles’ necks, I’ve got my share,
Beret of poodle, on my noodle
It shall rest,

Try my red robin suit,
It comes one breast or two,
See my vest, see my vest,
See my vest.

Like my loafers? Former gophers –
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo
Would be best,

So let’s prepare these dogs,
Kill two for matching clogs,
See my vest, see my vest,
Oh please, won’t you see my vest.

Well, that's odd ... I've just robbed a man of his livelihood, and yet I feel strangely empty. Tell you what, Smithers - have him beaten to a pulp.
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