With his pants in his hand Out the window down the alley Hes travelled mountains and valleys With his pants in his hand Ole Boston town so sincere Beautiful girl young musketeer Then comes along ole Paul Revere Says hey the redcoats are here So with his pants in his hand and his shoes Out the window down the alley and his shirt Hes travelled mountains and valleys and human dale With his pants in his hand I love it When she invited him inside Well how was he supposed to know she was a brid Then her husband knocked that frontdoor down And you outta seen him buggi out of town When every opportunity knocks Well he plays it slyer than a box Well bout the time he gets right down to his sock He hears a key in the front door lock You might also likeSo with his pants in his hand... Sweet land of liberty he craves Land of the free and the home of the brave But when his hide he needs to save That boy aint gonna turn around to wave Right down through history he runs Dodgin an arrow and a gun And no matter what the people have to say Hell live to love another day Yes with his trousers in his hand honey He couldnt take the elevator Dont step on the dog son And look out for that clothesline Boogity boogity boogity around them garbage cans
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