8th Grade Mustache Tee
Printed on a super soft Deep Heather Bella and Canvas tee!
We carefully snuck into Tom Selleck's ranch in South Texas to get an up close and personal view of his magical mustache. It was so beautiful, that we knew it would be perfect for the "8th Grade Mustache" tee. Relive your middle school days by wearing one of these babies! Lyrics from the song are on the back.
Brooke likes to pair the small tee with denim and cardigans. She opts for a large with leggings. Brian likes to wear his mustache tee a little snug, going with a large.
Hand sketched by Clarkesville, GA artist and neighbor, Jason Fowler.
"8th Grade Mustache" Lyrics
It was my last year
At the middle school
I tried everything I could
I could, I could, I could to be so cool
I had the right gear
I wore the right pants
My thoughts were running out of control
When I would think about the big dance
There was this cute girl
In my math class
She would always give me a pencil
When I had to had to had to ask
So I had to ask her
To the 8th grade dance
Then she looked me right in the face
And said baby, there’s someone else
He has a eighth grade mustache
A jacked up Ford, but I'm glad you asked
You seem real nice,
And I really wish I could
Go to the 8th grade dance with you
But honey it just won’t do
I found......me a man.....
He’s got a 8th grade mustache
He was this new kid
From some out of town other school
The son of Tom Selleck and
I swear he must of stood about 6 foot 2
He had the right walk
And the ladies loved to hear him talk
A southern mamas boy, yes mam
No sir, and he could play guitar
And so I had to ask, him
How did you get so cool for school
That's when he looked me right in the face
And said boy there's something that you need to know
It all started with my 8th grade moustache
My jacked up Ford and I'm glad you asked
You seem real nice and really wish you could
Grow a nice thick stache like me
But son how can that be
I'm a man, you're a boy
Without a 8th grade mustache
So I gathered my thoughts
And thought to myself
Can this be true?
Does it matter? What's the point?
I'm not you.
Then I looked at him with my little grin
And I knew what I had to do
So I said hey Johnny,
I got to say a little something to you
Forget about your 8th grade mustache
Your jacked up Ford, it’s a piece of trash
You're 17 and still in middle school
If you could just wake up and see
And earn your GED
And be a man, and not a boy
With an 8th grade mustache