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The Prince's Panties, by Mason William

The Prince's Panties by Mason Williams
There was once a prince who acted strangely in that
He thought life was stupid and it was for him so
He made up a world in which he liked the things we liked
But he had different reasons why he liked them

He liked butter for its color
He would order toast and color
Waitresses, confused would utter
Sir, I've never heard of toast and color

He'd get angry and begin to choke them
The law would come, and they'd arrest and book him
So his life was a mess of trouble
Still he kept it up

He had dogs, a hundred cocker spaniels and he
Called them panties, 'cause they did that mostly, and he
Did not care at all if they would bark and fetch sticks
Run and jump, roll over, and play dead tricks

No, he liked them only for their panting
So he would run them ragged, but one day they got fed up
And chased the prince right up against the fence
And the prince was eaten by his panties


(I used to sing this to my kids at night when they were sleepy. I could not memorize any of the great poets for some reason, but this song I nailed quite quickly. William's is know for Classical Gas and the Smother's Brother's, but I have a fondness for the Prince, and the world he could only change by looking at it differently.)


Comments

Baby, you know it had to be the weird lyric because it's not at all a catchy tune. I give you credit for actually remembering it!
xo

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