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