I bought a pair of pants At the corner store They were size fourty-one I'm size thirty-four So I took them to a tailor And I tried them on And he took them in And I took them home Now they felt just fine Until I read this tag On the inside leg And it chilled my spine
They were the pants that Curly died in They were the pants he could not hide in And they had a button fly And they poked me in the eye
Whadja do that for?
And it was my defeat When I wore them on the street 'Cause I would go
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