"Grandad how I can be like you?
I've tried and I don't have a clue,
He smiled tenderly and said,
Son, all you need is a suit and to use your head,
But grandad my head is full of lead,
And I don't understand what you said,
Let me explain, then you can use your brain;
You need a pocket full of dreams,
Imagination sown into the seams,
You need a checkered tie,
That won't let you lie,
You need a black vest,
That lets you do your best,
You need to turn down your collar,
So you won't look like a brawler,
You need a striped shirt,
So you can learn how to flirt,
He winked,
And the boy blinked,
You need a leather belt,
So your heart stays strong and won't melt,
You need a fine pair of trousers,
So you don't become a coward,
Some polka dotted socks,
So you can be as sharp as a fox,
A silver watch,
To keep you away from the scotch,
And a slick pair of shoes,
So you'll never see the blues,
And you'll do mighty fine,
and show the world your shine."