Lyrics The Creation of Man - Douglas Sills

Peacocks
Sink me!
Think ye sir!
How those feathered boys
Love to flaunt their tails!
Stallions!
Zounds sir!
Hounds sir! Stags!
Of the goosie and the gander sir
Which gender is the grander sir?
To render to recander sir
The spledour is the male!

Be an example to your sex
Give your boot a dapper strap
And it′s smarter if your garter has some snap!
Cravats should be flounced about our necks!
Let the royal coattails flap!
Be bewitching with some stitching on your cap!
Now drape your cape and fluff your cuff
Embroider those lapels!
Be the king of the beasts in pastels!!

La! But someone has to strike a pose
And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes
And that is why the Lord created men!

Strut sir!
What sir?
Roosters do!
Give a cock his comb and the hens will pale!
Bucks, bulls
More sir!
Boars, sir! Rams!
Of the nanny-goat and billy sir
Who's beard is fully wooly sir?
It′s bully for the billy
For he's willy nilly male!

Sir! Be a lion-hearted prig!
Fill those pantaloons with light!
I could dangle down a spangle... out of sight.
Be bold!
When it's cold slap on that wig!
Draw your breeches in quite tight!
Even moreso and your torso will ignite!
Now smock your frock
Perfume your plume
I′ll let my waistcoat swing!
And the jungle will bow to its king!

La! But someone has to strike a pose
And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes
And that is why the lord created men!

Adam was a gentleman in Eden!
Though his body was admired.
You will grant the adding of a fig leaf
Was inspired!

If you′re out to make a splash cherie
Do know your habadashery
Buttons, buckles, ruffles and lace,
Represent the human race!

La! But someone has to strike a pose!
And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes!
Each species needs a sex whose fated
To be highly decorated
That is why the Lord created men!