(music begins playing)
(TEXT: Good Morning John. I'm Going on Tour. Again!)

Hank: 1, 2...1,2,3,4!

[singing]
I remember when I was a young man
My momma took me to the store
And I was scared out of my mind
As I stared at that dressing room door.
I was like,
"What if the pants are too bright, too dark,
Too baggy, too light, too big, wrong cut, or too tight?"
And Mom was like, "just be yourself, son,
whatever you choose'll be right."

WELL
It's like she knew my very soul
'Cause the pants I bought that day would change my life.
I left that store with a uniform
That I was wearing when I met my wife
And at my first punk rock show
And when I touched my first boob
And the first time I read Thoreau.
I did it all in my 

T-shirt and jeans
That's right, it doesn't mean anything.
People who know me know
That I try not to say too much just with my clothes.
And if you wanna get to know me, man,
We're gonna have to talk
So that you can find out who I am.

Chorus: T-shirt and jeans

Hank:
Well, jeans are pretty great;
They're durable and comfortable.
They're pants made out of plants,
So it's hard to argue they're unethical.
And a shirt can say a little or a lot.
I'm a fan of unironic images of things I like
Like giraffes or my YouTube friends
Or bands or chickens, Jesus, nerds, or bikes.
But if you really wanna know what I love
The most of this wardrobe
Is that it tells you very little
About what lies beneath these clothes.
Just by looking at me,
You would never know if I'm a
Thousandaire or a billionaire.
I wanna tell you with my mouth,
Not with the clothes I wear.

[musical riff]

Well, I think it's odd how when we rebel,
We put on uniforms
Like eyeliner or fancy pants
That come factory pre-torn.
It's easy to say
That a guy must be a certain way
Just because he dresses off-beat.
And a sub-cultural shortcut
Might be what he's going for, but
It's always gonna be incomplete.
Yeah, we're never really ever gonna know
What that means.
Which is why I wear

T-shirt and jeans
That's right it doesn't mean anything.
People who know me know
That I try not to say too much just with my clothes.
And if you wanna get to know me, man,
We're gonna have to talk
So that you can find out who I am.

[saxophone riffs as the song continues]

We're gonna have to talk
So that you can find out who I am.

Yeah, we're gonna have to talk
So that you can find out who I am.

Oh, we're gonna have to talk
So that you can find out who I am.

[song ends]

Hank [speaking]:
John, we're going on tour. We're starting in Kansas and going a bunch of places in Texas and then across Arizona and up California. It's a pretty short tour, just 10 days.

We're touring with WheezyWaiter's band, Driftless Pony Club, and Harry and the Potters, who have probably the best life show that I've ever seen. The shows are fun and laid back, and we do our best to pack them full of interesting stuff. Hank Green and the Perfect Strangers go on last, but I sort of MC the whole evening. It's very fun.

Tickets are on sale now for all of it except El Paso. I'm sorry, El Paso. We'll figure it out, though, and I'll let you know. We'll have some great merch and shirts and posters and a flash drive that contains every song I've ever written on it. And if you pay in cash, we'll do our best to give you your change including a two-dollar-bill that I have signed. 'Cause that's weird.

We have a great time, and all these people on Twitter agree. I got some testimonials, just searched "Hank Green concert." It's fun. Come along.

John, I'll see you on Tuesday.