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...
(Retaining the Beatles theme) Strawberry Pants Forever, Lucy in the Sky with Pants, Penny Pants, All You Need is Pants, Yellow Pants, etc, etc (That's enough Beatles - ed.)
OK, how about ABBA? Knowing Me, Knowing Pants, Take A Chance On Pants, One Of Us Is Pants, Thank You For The Pants, Lay All Your Pants On Me, etc, etc (That's enough ABBA - ed.)
Can't beat Dylan! Blowin' in the Pants, Mr Tambourine Pants, Bob Dylan's Pants, Pants of Spanish Leather, Get Your Pants Off! Just Like Tom Thumb's Pants, Man in the Long Black Pants (I think we get the idea - ed.)
It's just a jump to the left And then a step to the ri-i-i-i-i-ight With your pants on your hips You pull your knees in ti-i-i-ight But it's the pelvic thru-u-u-ust That really drives you insa-a-a-a-ane! Let's do the pants-warp again!