[A song about a hopelessly mismatched fashion outcast who proudly refuses to fit into any style, trend, or category. Asthmatic astatic - a person so mismatched and disconnected from fashion that even the forces that are supposed to pull things together can’t bring them into alignment.] I’m a mixed-matched Garanimal, A closet animal lost in the kingdom Of the apparel zoos. An asthmatic astatic… Stretched beyond a magnet’s pull— Breathless, stuck, No return, No restocking fee. A runway outcast, A tapestry of everything, A collage of nothing— A fashion catastrophe A mixed-matched Garanimal, Too wild to coordinate, A closet animal wandering Past the exhibit gates. No herd to follow, No trend to chase, Just a little bit of everything All over the place. I’m a runway outcast, A tapestry of everything, A collage of nothing. No label can contain me— And nothing really matches anything. Am I a wallflower, A visual sandstorm, An anti-trend setter, Or a runway queen? In a world of “I don’t care,” Where nobody knows the rules, I’m a monkey in a fashion zoo With a mismatched attitude. No style, no file, No category to choose— Just a mixed-matched Garanimal With nothing left to lose. OUTRO I’m a mixed-matched Garanimal, An asthmatic astatic, A runway outcast— Or a runway queen? Don’t closet me in.
