Lyrics:

Open up my trunk box,
I think you'll find some things to wear that are not mine.
Multicolored garments looking for all the shelves to put themselves on.
Are you in your fifties or above the age where fasion fits your memory?
Open up my trunk box,
I think you'll find some things to wear that are not mine,
Things to wear to make you high.

He and I will be wearing certain things, you know,
You may not like to see on me or him or anyone