"You went and pulled out the ****... (hiccup) tux!"
"Hell yeah man! Dress for the party you wanna attend."
"My man!"

This old powder blue
Frilly collard tuxedo tee shirt
Has seen some **** I tell you what.
I got it from a man I knew who thought it was ******* super cool,
Got it for the bs boys at his restaurant to wear as a uniform; to which I took offense
Thinking he was trying to make
A monkey out of me, and the other two dudes who did the ***** work and heavy lifting for the whole crew.

He was always kind of a condescending *****; and one I didn't really wanna go to work for again. He had a chip on his shoulder for me, or so it seemed to me.

(Carried over from another venture he had weaseled into managing, where when we began we became buzz-buddies, drinking and drugging and talking ****, but then his wife got pregnant and he cleaned up, but I never did. Then when he found the tolls kept coming up short he assumed the coked-out ****-up was the culprit. But when I left it kept on happening.)

I was sad and feeling down from a bad break up I had caused, and I couldn't see how cool it'd be; I just wanted to blend in, in black, like all the rest who worked in town.

After that little episode I got fired (unrelated) and took to another road.
A few year later I found it rolled in the bottom of a bin of stuff that was old. I didn't HAVE To wear it anymore and so I wore proudly for how cool it was.

It's my favorite shirt. My party shirt. About a year ago, had te Gaul to cut the sleeves and crop the bottom. I tell you true I'd never owned a finer robe. It just felt right and people loved it and it became my self-imposed
Uniform for work (sometimes, not always, but for ye bigger shows)  

And came up with that line to explain the foolish look I strive for.

"Dress for the party you want to attend."

A mantra of rock'n'roll

Look good or look comfy or look sharp 'n' bold. But look like someone out to find a good time or don't go looking go nothin at all.