I won't be celebrating National Nude Day

Tomorrow is one of those weird holidays that I won't be celebrating. July 14th is National Nude Day. The last time I looked in a full-length mirror after a shower, I saw nothing to celebrate. 

In the band Jilda and I used to play with, our bandmate did the song written by Sheb Wolley entitled, "I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore."  

I wasn't wild about doing cover songs mainly novelty cover songs, but after we had played this song in a few shows, this one took on a life of its own.

Back when I was a kid, I often shed my shorts on hot summer days and hit the icy waters of Horse Creek which ran nearby my house.  But there weren't any girls around then. 

I'm sure if there were, they would have been impressed by my manly physique. In truth, 

I was skinnier than one of those models in Vogue Magazine that looks as if they are strung out on heroin...but I digress.

The words to the old song we used to do are hitting home these days, and that's why I won't be celebrating National Nude Day.

Below are the lyrics of the song written by Sheb Wooley / Dick Feller.

I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself

Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else

I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door

I just don't look good naked anymore

So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall

I hung it there when I was trim and tall

I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore

But I just don't look good naked anymore

Well, I used to go out with the girls

I loved them one and all

Now they don't get very close to me

They're afraid that I might fall

Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam

Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "MAN"

I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the

score"

He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore

Well, me and my wife had a dance routine

Everybody said it was unique

Now it's only when we're back to back

That we're dancing cheek to cheek

Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun

Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun

Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the

shore

I just don't look good naked anymore

Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell

And my butt's a-draggin' the floor

An' I just don't look good naked anymore

No, I just don't look good naked anymore