"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"
Eleanor Rigby picks up the pants in a church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Stands at the window, wearing the pants that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for?