My Pants Fell Down by Trout Fishing In America
Wake up in the morning.
Eat. Dress. Make the bed.
Sleepwalk to the bus stop, nothing in my head.
Something's missing man it's hard to tell.
Got to school and realized it was my belt.
My pants fell down.
Down to the ground.
Felt like a clown.
My stupid pants fell down.
Snuck into the classroom, slid into my desk.
I'll be safe if she'll just call on someone else.
Call on someone else. Don't call on me.
But she calls me to the
blackboard, everyone can see.
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