All the way from France

With shiny, shiny cufflinks

A shirtsleeve to enhance



The pin-striped men of morning

Are coming for to dance

With pure Egyptian Cotton

The kids don't stand a chance



You criticize the practice

By murdering their plants

Ignoring all the history

Denying them romance



The pin-striped men of morning

Are coming for to dance

Forty-million dollars

The kids don't stand a chance



I didn't like the business,

But that was at first glance

Your pillow feels so soft now

But still you must advance



The pin-striped men of morning

The partners in the dance

The paper's shot to pieces

The kids don't stand a chance