Zooming

It’s Thursday, and I’m Zooming
With everyone I’ve ever known
Sitting at home, together alone
In the modern way
When I realize I’m not wearing
A single stitch of clothing
Would you believe it?
I don’t believe it
I am naked as the day I was born
Naked as the day I was born
Friday, in the studio
With my model Fat Annette
Sitting together, facing each other
A canvas nice and wet
When I realize she’s not wearing
A single stitch of clothing
Would you believe it?
I don’t believe it
She is naked as the day she was born
Naked as the day she was born
Saturday: I’m having a smoke
With my old friend the snake
Like you do in the garden
Hanging out with a mate
When the snake says, «You're not wearing
A single stitch of clothing
Would you believe it?
Adam alieve it
You are naked as the day you were born
Naked as the day you were born»
Now it’s Sunday, and everything’s gone
I have lost my job
Under duress, under arrest
I ended up in court
Accused of nakedness aforethought
The judge says that’s not painting
That’s body-shaming
Would you believe it?
She was naked as the day she was born
Naked as the day she was born