(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!
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle. FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO BERNARDO Who's there? FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. BERNARDO Long live the king! FRANCISCO Bernardo? BERNARDO He. FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your pants.I have asked you rudely not to mangle Hamlet. You leave me no choice but to ask you rudely again. Ed.