Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live till we Laurel?
Plain old tunics are so cru-el
Evr'y day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of sale
Still we can't afford the to-ol(el)
There is not a strand, not a shred we can find
Can beg, can we borrow or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting the thrill
Ween we all close our eyes and ima-gine
Trim, glorious trim
Gold cording and beading
Filled up to the brim
Blue ribbon and buttons!
Silk tunic and pantaloons
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen turn to goons
Trans-for-mation!
Trim, glorious trim
Can you afford it?
Three hundred yards a day
We love to hoard it!
Hundred gallon Rubbermaid
Overflowing the brim
Oh, trim
Wonderful trim
Marvelous trim
Glorious trim
Trim, glorious trim
What is there more handsome?
Hand woven or store bin
Still worth a king's ransom
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Piles and rolls of lucet cord about
Six feet high!
Don't care what the laurels say
Locked in A&S combat
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing
That buttened up feeling
Trim, glorious trim
What we wouldn't give for
That extra yard more
Add buttons into the mix
Glory that we're fated to
Purchase it from Drx
That trim
Magical trim
Wonderful trim
Marvelous trim
Fabulous trim
Beautiful trim
Glorious trim!