When I was working at SPIN magazine in 1996, I found this tape (yes, a cassette tape) on the free table and listened to it until it wore out. For some reason I didn’t take offense, even though I wore nothing but junk shop clothes.
Here are the lyrics:
Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere They're out of season It's betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... There is one reason why Your mother was a seamstress Chaim Soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In his life Lenny Bruce never walked In a dead man's shoes Even for one night Junk shop shoes Will get you nowhere No summer pavilion No shooting season Junk shop clothes Will get you... For the rest of your life And the sun never shone On your frame pale and wan