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
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
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
To sum up: your father, whom you love, dies, you are his heir, you come back to find that hardly was the corpse cold before his younger brother popped onto his throne and into his pants, thereby offending both legal and natural practice. [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead]
And your listeners will realize, John, that the size of my pants, and you'll find that Gordon Brown agrees with me on this in thought, word, deed, and measurements, is well beyond, and I make no apologies for this and see no reason why I or any member of the Cabinet should!
R.E.M. (1987) It's the end of my pants as we know it...it's the end of my pants as we know it...it's the end of my pants as we know it...and I feel fine.
Manfred Mann (1975) Blinded by the pants, wrapped up like a deuce, another zipper in the night.... Pic by Raak (I think), apologizes to Nina, and condolences to Projoy.
a few lines down .. And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing... Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I said to a man who stood at the gate of the year: "Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied: "Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the pants of God. That shall be to you better than a light, and safer than a known way." Minnie Louise Haskins
(L&M) I don't care too much for money, Money can't buy me pants. Can't buy me pants, pants, Money can't buy me pants. Can't buy me pants, pants. No no no, no!
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!
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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!
