Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long

Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street

Yes, I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet

I'm not finding fault at all, you're too big and I'm too small

But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet

You made the coat and vest fit the best

You made the lining nice and strong

But Sam, you made the pants too long

You made the peak lapel look so swell

So who am I to say you're wrong?

But Sam, you made the pants too long

They got a belt and they got suspenders

So what can they lose?

But what good are belts and suspenders

When the pants are hanging over the shoes?

You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees

The belt is where the tie belongs

'Cause, Sam, Sam, Sam you made the pants too long