This is a song about gloves. One day, Gene was getting tired (lay me down to rest) while feeding his pet anaconda and it bit his hand (snakes alive and it's ready to bite). He immediately thought, "I should be wearing gloves." So he walked to the store (girl lemme in), passing a hornet nest along the way, and the nice lady behind the counter helped him try on various gloves in the windowless back room (where the sun don't shine). None of them fit until she found him the one made from snakeskin. Gene said, "I'm in love! This fits like a glove! Cuz it IS a glove!" The rest is history.
This is a song about gloves. One day, Gene was getting tired (lay me down to rest) while feeding his pet anaconda and it bit his hand (snakes alive and it's ready to bite). He immediately thought, "I should be wearing gloves." So he walked to the store (girl lemme in), passing a hornet nest along the way, and the nice lady behind the counter helped him try on various gloves in the windowless back room (where the sun don't shine). None of them fit until she found him the one made from snakeskin. Gene said, "I'm in love! This fits like a glove! Cuz it IS a glove!" The rest is history.