Trousers Lyrics - Clifford T Ward

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, where you put my trousers 

I really must go, please give me my trousers 

Well it's stopped raining, they must have dried by now 

So let's stop gaming, you'll get me in an awful row. 

This joke's gone too far, I feel absolutely daft 

Over-parked my car, and what's more I feel the draught 

What to you hope to gain, by my being trouserless? 

Oh I could curse the rain, for getting me in such a mess. 

Someone's going to come, why don't you be reasonable? 

Now you've had your fun, won't you please be sensible? 

How long can this go on? I've looked most everywhere 

To put my trousers on, and now I really just don't care.