Pants Off, Mister Feel-Good

Pants Off, Mister Feel-Good

Look at me moon

I’ve got my slacks off again

Singing in the rain

They call me insane

But, I’m not the one with tight pants on

I’m not the one with nagging testicular pains

Although, loose cotton briefs are a plus

Call those briefs?

I’d rather whack my genitals in a vice

Not that I’m a prostitute

Far from it. I’m free

Free to roam around pantless

They’re knocking on my door again

Oh no! It’s the men from Marks And Spencer

Rise up, and join my pantless revolution