Egad it was tough getting out of bed this morning. I didn’t get to sleep all that late or anything. I just didn’t want to leave the nice comfy sheets. My wife was in a similar mood. And once we got moving we got strange. We started taking turns singing songs snippets at each other, strategically substituting some of the lyrics with the word “pants.”
- “Oh little pants of Bethlehem..”
- “I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no pants…”
- “There’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall. It’s my pants up there…”
- “Do you like Pina Coladas? Getting caught in your pants?”
- “We all live in a yellow pair of pants…”
- “Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel, put pants on ransomed Israel…”
- “Hey now, you’re an all star, get your pants on, get paid…”
- “A more humane Mikado never did in these pants exist!”
- “How many pants must a man pull down…”
- “Where have all the trousers gone…”
- “Shorts people ain’t got no reason…”