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...
(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!
And in the beginning was the word, and the word was Pants. And the pants were without form and void, and the Pants hovered over the face of the waters..."
Lend all thine ear but few thy pants...costly thy pants as purse can buy...for the pants oft proclaim the man....those pants thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple to thy soul with hoops of steel..." that's enough Hamlet, ed.
More Hamlet: "There's a divinity that shapes our pants, rough-hew them how we may...Rosencranz and Guildernstern are pants....He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his pants again...O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my pants in twain....Lady, shall I lie in thy pants?..."Now, I think that really is enough Hamlet, ed.
"The pants the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king...'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the pants...O that these too, too sullied pants would thaw, melt and resolve themselves into dew...Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to take arms against a sea of pants...For in that sleep of death who knows what pants may come...The undiscovered pants...In this respect, their pants turn awry and lose the name of action." Cease!