mc5 - The Pants Game Does Dallas

Many are called, but few are pants. Winning pants are, of course, unchanged.

Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your pants!

I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the pants.

My gun will have to be torn... from my cold, dead pants!

A shadow and a threat has been growing in my pants.

We ain't got no pants. I don't have to show you any steenkin' pants!