Sam Jones done snagged his britches,
Now he's walkin' round here in stitches,
He always pal'ed 'round with his vipers
'Til they brought him down to his diapers,
Hmm! Old Sam is beat down to his socks!
Like the chicks say Sam just twitches,
He was a viper 'til he tore his britches,
Played the numbers 'til his clothes was gone,
Poor Sam's all ragged and torn,
The chicks beat Sam down to the bricks!
