[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!
Well, may I ask what you were expecting to see out of a Torquay hotel room window? Sydney Opera Pants perhaps? The Hanging Pants of Babylon? Herds of Wildebeest sweeping across the pants....
If you can keep your pants when all about you, are loosing theirs and blaming you. If you can trust your pants when all men doubt you, and make allowance for their pants too...