Far and few, far and few, are the lands where the jumblies live. Their heads are green their eyes are blue and they sailed to sea in some pants they did, in some pants they sailed to sea!
Someone must have done this before: There may be trouble ahead But while there's moonlight and music and love and romance Let's face the music, and pants.
Gotta keep movin', gotta keep movin', Blues coming down like hail. Mmmm mmmm, gotta keep movin', gotta keep movin', Blues comin' down like hail. And the days keep on worryin' me, There's a hellhound on my pants. Hellhound on my pants, mmm hmmm.
"Pants in America" "Never Gonna Give You Pants" "Better the Pants You Know" "Cruel Pants" "Pants in the Third Degree" "Especially for Pants" "The Power of Pants"
"There's some Y-Fronts made of China, Going nowhere on the mantle-piece Now do I lie like a lounge room lizard Or do I sing like a bird released Everywhere you go, Always take your pants, your pants with you"