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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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She's only a bird in some gilded pants,
A beautiful sight to see.
You may think she's happy and free from care,
She's not, though she seems to be.
It's sad when you think of her wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age.
And her beauty was sold for an old man's gold,
She's a bird in some gilded pants.
Pants, pants, the Rattlin' Pants,
The pants down in the valley-o,
We're from the Rattlin' Pants,
The pants down in the valley-o!


And in those pants there was a leg.
A rare leg, the Rattlin' leg,
From the leg to pants down in the valley-o!

[chorus]

And on that leg there was a knee.
A rare knee, the Rattlin' knee,
From the knee to the leg,
From the leg to pants down in the valley-o!

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And on the knee there was a hair.
A rare hair, the Rattlin' hair,
From the hair to the knee,
From the knee to the leg,
From the leg to pants down in the valley-o!

etc.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you're in the pants.
My lovely pants, running through the field
It's the end of the pants as we know it
It's the end of the pants as we know it
It's the end of the pants as we know it
And I feel fine
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