New Pants and Shirt

Lyrics

Enter the forty-nine gates of uncleanliness! Enter the forty-nine gates of uncleanliness Said she, pushing up her skirt I held my breath against her fetidness As I gazed upon the swinish flirt I worked like a mule down in the pit For seven long days and seven lonely nights That makes one week exactly for those of you Who lack the skills to add things up right Born in this pig sty In my new pants and shirt But I leaned on the fence And I fell in the dirt Crank Mr. Peanut's handle said The addle brained coot with a toothless grin I fled rather than let myself Be bathed in the unforgivable sin I went straight home where I was met By my mother with her skirt up over her head Sometimes I wonder just why the hell I ever bother to get out of bed Born in this pig sty In my new pants and shirt But I leaned on the fence And I fell in the dirt Born in this pig sty In my new pants and shirt But I leaned on the fence And I fell in the dirt