Last Tango in Pants, Springtime for Hitler and Germanpants

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

Shurely, a bayonet through your pants?)

[(Ed] Yes, that did cross my mind, in fact the original post was to be pants but I "pulled it out at the last minute". I really could go on all night.