Lyrics:
on piano
And an amazing pair of trousers
And that's going to appear on an LP
That could very easily be called "Hunky Dory"
When it finally comes out
This is a story about a pair or trousers
It deals with a lack of a sense of humour
Or rather a lack of imagination . .
I would like to know,
there's something
It can be that there's not
So if you think there is something
Something that there is not
Ooh-ooh, perhaps a pair of trousers
Ooh-ooh, perhaps a pair of trousers
Or a band that plays rock
If you think there's something
Could it be that there's not?
If you think there's something
Is
pair of trousers cost a brand new dime
Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you
When I'm on the ground I
Santa popped them in the wash
They'd finished drying
When he screeched
"Ooh, my golly gosh!"
His only pair of trousers
Would not fit over his feet
You
Farrah Fowler
Smart as whip and quick to unzip a pair of trousers
Make you wanna delete your cookies and clear your browser
Every hour another coward from
we're gonna have a bad time
Hey Hey, that's what my girlfriend said
I need a brand new pair of trousers cause my boss starts to get mad
But I'd rather
her charms,
And in case another person, should see the sights I saw,
I hung my pair of trousers o'er the keyhole in the door.
Chorus
That night I rode
Shiver me timbers, mateys!
One shirt, two eggs, three bottles o' rum
One pair o' trousers an' some soap and I'm done
A hat full o' fruit and a sack full
all the time
Your own pair of trousers look better on me
The boots of spanish leather
And the bottom of the sea
Every symbol of love that doesn't
With his own Master Blaster and a pair of Baggy Trousers.
Oh what fun they had!
Bra Size Forty Five
Bra Size Forty-five
Bra Size Forty Five
Bra Size
With his own Master Blaster and a pair of Baggy Trousers.
Oh what fun they had!
Bra Size Forty Five
Bra Size Forty-five
Bra Size Forty Five
Bra Size
the bread out of that, it’s not a toaster.
That itch is still there.
“Here Debbie, Can you invent me a pair of magic trousers?”
“What do you want them
the mad hatter, yeah
Found another pair of bowser's dinosaur trousers, within reach
It seems, as if once again once again I picked, the wrong peach
I guess,
music?
(No)
Well, do the trouser press, baby! One, two three!
Trouser press fever! Wooh!
Trouser press fever! Wooh!
Trouser press fever! Wooh!
the young man in the hot rod car
Driving like he's mad
With a pair of yellow gloves
He's borrowed from his dad
He makes it roar so lively
Just
soul music?
(No)
Well, do the trouser press, baby! One, two three!
[Sung]
Trouser press fever! Wooh!
Trouser press fever! Wooh!
Trouser press
out of these woman's weeds - I need some trousers!
Some pantaloons, and a pair of tights,
I have been told my legs are quite nice,
You better watch
make them shirts and coats and trousers and hats,
and perhaps even knit them a pair of stockings.
You shall make each of them a tiny pair of Shoes.
boxes (no shit!)
After which, he hit up the RALPH'S on Sunset for some 'AUNT JEMIMA SYRUP', some 'KAISER BROILER FOIL', and a pair of blunt scissors!
on the spree.
I saw the mayor of London there. That's who I went to see.
He came along in a carriage and a pair.
I shouted, "come on, boys! All throw your hats
on the spree.
I saw the mayor of London there. That's who I went to see.
He came along in a carriage and a pair.
I shouted, "come on, boys! All throw your hats
the fucking power
I can make your old nigga sour
We the perfect pair, twin towers
They keep all my drugs behind the counter
I got two freaky hoes that love
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