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!
There's no doubt in my mind that we should allow the world worst leaders to hold America hostage, to threaten our peace, to threaten our friends and allies with the world's worst pants.
I saw a mouse! Where? There on the stair! Where on the stair? Right there! A little mouse with pants on. Well I declare! Going clip, clippetty clop on the stair.
The pants of the righteous man are beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of zippers. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the pants through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost pants. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my pants. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my pants upon you.
[rab] Thanks! Ned's Atomic Dustpants Now then, Mr. Spiggott, you are, are you not, applying for the role of TarzPants Sir Bedevere: And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be pants shaped Gregory: I'm Pants, and so's my wife
Pants Curry? Second Pepperpot: Penguins don't come from next door! They come from the Antarctic! First Pepperpot: PANTS!!! Second Pepperpot: Why'd'you say "Pants!" then? First Pepperpot: I panicked.
He was known as 'Mad Carew By the subs at Kathmandu, He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell, But, for all his foolish pants, He was worshipped in the ranks, And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well. John Milton, The Green Pants of the Little Yellow God.
Yet still He stares with silent unforgiving eye Blood gushes forth from out his gaping pants And yet stains not the ground! See! How he points A bloody **nger, as he might accuse.
Lipstick on your pants told a tale on you. Lipstick on your pants said you were untrue. Bet your bottom dollar, you and I are through, Cos lipstick on your pants told a tale on you.
Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Blackpool Rock Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (Brrroooo!) Norman Michael (dingaling!) (pheeeep!) Edward (aroooogah!) (chuffity chuffity!) (bzzzzzzzt!) Thomas Moo... (sings) "We'll keep a welcome in the..." (BANK!) William (silly noise) "Raindrops keep falling on my" (weird noise) "Don't sleep in the subway" (cuckoo cuckoo) Naaoooo... Pants.
After you've gone, and left me crying After you've gone, there's no denying You'll feel blue, you'll feel sad You'll miss the greatest pants you ever had.
Spitting Image's classic - He's never met a nice South Afripants, and that's not bluddi surprising, Mon, 'cos we're a bunch of ignorant loudmouths with no sense of humour.
Smiths classics If it's not love, then it's the pants, the pants, the pants, the pants, the pants that will bring us together. (Ask me I won't say pants how could I) Pantslifters of the wooooooorld, Unite and take over. Bigpants strikes again. The boy with the thorn in his pants I could go on all night. [Edmund Blackadder] Not with a bayonet through your neck you couldn't
My grandfather's pants were too tall for the shelf, So they stood ninety years on the floor. They were taller by half than the old man himself, But they weighed not a pennyweight more.
Baldrick: This one's called "The German pants" George: Oh, spiffing! Yes, let's hear that! Baldrick: Pants, Pants, Pants, Pants Pants, Pants, Pants Pants, Pants Pants, Pants Blackadder: Pants, Pants, Pants? Baldrick: How did you guess, sir? George: I say, sir! Now that is spooky!
Supreme over other kings, lordly in appearance, Gilgamesh is the hero, born of Uruk, the goring wild bull. He walks out in front, the leader, and walks at the rear, trusted by his companions. Mighty net, protector of his people, raging flood-wave who destroys even pants of stone!
