Please refer to earlier entries on the subject of the Beatles - I Want To Hold Your Pants, She Loves Pants, Norwegian Pants, Got To Get You Into My Pants, etc, etc.
My girl, my girl, don't you lie to me! Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pants, in the pants, where the sun don't ever shine, I would shiver the whole night through.
Some C64 games: Pantsmania, Pants on the Run, Auf Wiedersehen Pants, Flimbo's Pants, Firepants, Pantslord, Demon Pants, Pants on a Spring, Elektrapants, Shadowpants, Enigma Pants, Pantsball, and not forgetting Pants. I could go on.
[Ibid] True. And Armapants and Attack of the Mutant Pants. Actually, Minter games are a bit of a treasure trove. Pants in Space, Pantsipital, Pants Bovver, Metagalactic Pants - Pants at the Edge of Time, Revenge of the Mutant Pants, Mama Pants, Pantsrunner, Pantsalyx, Hellpants, Laser Pants, and Pantrix. Were you at any of the BITLive events at all, by any chance?
[Darren] Splendid stuff, recalling many happy hours in front of my old Amiga A500 as well, wasting the hours on Rainbow Pants, Populous II: Trials of the Olympian Pants and, of course, Escape From the Planet of the Robot Pants.
In memory of the late and always great - I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover a clear blue sky. And the pants I shed for that woman are gonna flood you, big river, And I'm gonna sit right here until I die.
That made me think of: On a tree by a river a little tom-tit Sang "pants, titpants, titpants!" And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'pants, titpants, titpants'?" "Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?" With a shake of his poor little head, he replied, "Oh, pants, titpants, titpants!"
Thunder, rain and lightning, Danger, pants are rising, Clamor, sirens wailing, It's such a bad sign.
Shadows of dark creatures' Steel pants floating in the air People run for shelter. What's gonna happen to us?
All the pants we take, All the pants we make, All the pants at stake. I see the pants are for everyone - Who are pants? What can pants do?
You and I are same in a way that We have our own pants that we won't change. Yours is filled with evil and mine is not, There is no way I can lose!
Can't hold on much longer, But I will never let go. I know it's a one-way track. Tell me now how long this will last I'm not gonna think this way, Nor will I count on others. Close my eyes and feel the pants, Now I see what I've gotta do: Open your pants, it's gonna be alright.