Curly's Pants

I bought a pair of pants
At the corner store
They were size 41
And I’m size 34
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 a button fly
And they poked me in the eye (what'd you do that for?)
And it was my defeat
When I wore them on the street
Cause I would go woowoowoowoowoo
And I would go «I'm a victim of circumstances»
And I would say «Hey Mo, hey Larry, three eighths!»
For my pants I paid
And my pants went «I try to think but nothing happens»
And my pants went «errrrr»
And my pants went «Hey Mo, I think I’m having a cardiac arrestiac»