all alone in your pajamas, writing letters to your grandma, she doesn't understand what's wrong with kids today, things were better back in 1938, you go to school, you do the homework, the extra credit, but you still feel like a jerk, second captain on the debating club you've got the g.p.a. but where is the dirty love? it's not right, you're by yourself on a friday night, lost and alone, you've got bark if you want the bone...put your hands on my cashmere sweater my cashmere sweater put your hands o-o-on my cashmere sweather don't it make you feel better? you drive your friend to the rock show you've got suspicions that she's kind of a ho, she disappears with the drummer your sitting on the curb, what a b**mer! it's not fair, you're dying and no one seems to care, take, take a stand, put down the pencil case and take my hand...put your hands on my cashmere sweater my cashmere sweater put your hands o-o-on my cashmeere sweather don't it make you feel better? come to me, i'm warm and fuzzy...