I miss my pants
I miss my pants.
They appear to be somewhat lost.
Iím pretty sure they were on my legs
But now theyíve fallen off.
Wasnít I wearing jeans?
Theyíre my favourite type of trouser,
But maybe they smelt like sausages,
And then were eaten by a schnauzer.
And what about my shirt?
Now thatís gone missing too.
This is rather worrying,
For from me, my clothes adieu.
Why must I end up naked
Every time that I go out,
It would seem to me, there is a conspiracy
For me to go without.
Well maybe Iím nude, but thatís ok,
At least I can stand up tall,
Because luckily, I have my dignity
At the end of this pub crawl.