Whether the suit is vinyl is couture, I can't get dressed up in any sort of "costume" without humming Lavender.
It's a brilliant song mocking personal marketing, illustrating how a media personality must continually reinvent themselves with increasingly elaborate (and often ridiculous) eye-drawing reincarnations, while the real cage (in which their real self withers) grows ever smaller and less comfortable.
It applies to all walks of life, though. How many of us find ourselves in increasingly ridiculous monkey suits in the pursuit of personal success?
I fiercely cling to my color scheme, which I glean from the lyrics:
After years of blending gray, black, and navy
I am building a much brighter beast
And I'm really quite offended when they call it selling out
I've come to view it more as a lease!
Sometimes I think about going as Tommy for Halloween (http://www.milanoo.com/en/thing/Front-O
And some clown shoes. Everybody loves clown shoes.