Trousers drag on, slowly drag on through the street Yes, I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet I'm not finding foot at all With what's too big and what's too small But sam, sam, you promised me both ends would meet You made the coat and vest fit the best You made the linen nice and strong But sam, you made the pants too long You made the tip lapel look so oh swell Who am I to say that you're wrong? But sam, you made the pants too long They got the belt, and they got suspenders So what can they lose? But what good are belts, what good suspenders When the pants are hanging over the shoes? You feel the winter breeze up and down the knees The belt is where the tie belongs 'cause sam, sam, sam, You made the pants too long You know what I mean, sam?
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