| Yeah! | 
| Can you smell it in the air? | 
| There is something brilliant approaching, onto our patch encroaching | 
| We’ll hand it over, with a YEAH! | 
| We’ll watch the fabric fold, while our beauty you behoooooooooooooooold! | 
| Yeah! | 
| Can you smell it in the air? | 
| In three minutes it will billow about me | 
| Cut around to fit so neatly | 
| Watch how to succeed with the weave | 
| Behold the cloth that we folded | 
| With the tape about our shoulders | 
| Every rule has been taken in and yeah | 
| Cut and stitched to make it fit about the hips | 
| See how the loop is fixed, under cross-stitch | 
| We wanna look as good as you | 
| As we race up to the loom | 
| Pop pop! | 
| On the cuffs | 
| Huh huh! | 
| On the hem | 
| Yeah! | 
| Can you feel it in the air? | 
| Tonight we begin revolving | 
| At a speed sending skirts ascending | 
| You cannot contend with the RPM | 
| Regard the seamstress' insight | 
| As we twirl into the spotlight | 
| I am in a state to ovulate and yeah | 
| Find myself contorted oddly | 
| So I can learn to love my body | 
| Position of the shoulder blades deny access to the vertebrae | 
| Dispel concerns about the fit | 
| With five pairs of hands to assist the zip | 
| Pop pop! | 
| On the cuffs | 
| Huh huh! | 
| On the hem | 
| The wheel begins a motion that spins trails on the thread | 
| And we can make a path along until it takes us to the AH AH AH AH | 
| Edge of an incision that the scissors will have run | 
| And the voice becomes the needle and the thimble and the thumb! | 
| We can choose the pattern, can identify the page and | 
| We can choose the pattern that the music will arrange | 
| And while the spinning of the wheel begins to generate a wind | 
| The voice becomes the stitches and the needle and the pins |