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.