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The Pants Game Does Dallas
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Many are called, but few are pants. Winning pants are, of course, unchanged.
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Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way
And leaves the world to darkness and to pants
Once upon a midnight dreary,
As I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten pants...
JFK: Ask not what you pants can do for you...ask what you can do for your pants.
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying pants
Mary Hopkin circa 1972...
Those were the pants, my friends
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance for ever and a day
Sing of the life we'd chose
We'd thought we'd never lose
Those were the pants
Oh yes those were the pants
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