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
