Oh, the nighttime air was fairly breezin'

Well, it was cold but not quite freezin'

So I looked around to find my trousers

And this voice inside my head grew louder

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'd have never made it out that window (out the window)

If I'd even put just one leg in though

But as it was the circumstance

I gladly lost my favorite pants

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

My people from across the pond

They hail from Scotland and beyond (hey, yeah, yeah, hey)

Where sheep make wool for socks and shirts

And grown men run around in skirts

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

See the little sheepies big and fat

Standing on the hillside

Standing in the meadow

See the little sheepies big and fat

They're making me a sweater

They're making me a hat

Lord Jesus knew just what to wear (oh, yes, he did, yes, he did)

Oh, to live a life in desert air (ooh)

He walked the earth in poor man's shoes

And sang this ninth beatitude

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

And now as I sit here in my jeans

I think about what this all means

And children come into this world

Without a stitch on boy or girl

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes

Pants is overrated

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Pants Is Overrated

Lyle Lovett

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