[Verse 1]
Pulled on my hoodie, sleeves fall long,
It’s that time when the chill feels strong.
Then I find ‘em—cut with care,
Two little holes just waiting there.
[Pre-Chorus]
Slide ‘em through, feel that grip,
Like armor for a cozy trip.
No more bunching, no more f***t—
Thumb holes got my back tonight!
[Chorus]
Thumb holes! Oh, sweater sleeve delight,
Turning winter wrongs to rights.
Like fingerless gloves with cooler goals,
You're the MVP—those thumb-holed souls!
Thumb hooooooles! You're the greatest!
[Verse 2]
Phone in hand? Still looking fly.
No mitten trap, no need to try.
Typing, scrolling, sipping tea,
These thumb holes set my fingers free.
[Pre-Chorus]
No cold creepin’ up my arm,
You wrap me up in perfect charm.
Snug and sleek with quiet grace—
Thumb holes, you're my happy place!
[Chorus]
Thumb holes! Built for gods of chill,
Form meets function, fashion thrill.
Running wild or staying still,
You keep it real—you fit the bill.
Thumb hooooooles! Yeah, you're the greatest!
[Bridge]
Some chase dreams of AI brains,
Others want self-driving trains.
But me? I cheer from mountain knolls,
For hoodies blessed with thumb-sized holes!
[Final Chorus]
Thumb holes! Take a bow today,
You chase the frost and save the day.
Not all heroes wear a cape—
Some are stitched into hoodie shape.
Thumb hooooooles! The greatest, yeah the greatest!
