Oh! Cast off these khaki shackles!
Like Don Duck, pants raise my hackles.
I'd chuck my slacks in the river Styx,
show all Hades my bag of tricks.
No more this prison for my loins,
and hear these words that I enjoin:
DOWN WITH PANTS!
DOWN WITH PANTS!
DOWN WITH PANTS!
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