My Son’s Jeans February 29, 2008
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , trackbackBack to my brain again.
Mr Music is hard on jeans. “Hard on jeans” means a new pair is doing well to last a month without holes in at least one knee. Even a short month like February. So, every time we want to leave the house, I have to say, “Go put on some pants without holes in them.” What a mean mom.
Only today I said, “Pants with no holes,” and for some reason I am blaming on faulty wiring in my brain, have found myself humming “Horse with No Name” ever since.
So, in his honor:
In the first basket of laundry
I was lookin’ at all his pants
There were jeans and sweats and church pants, too
There were shorts, pjs, a kilt
The first thing I saw were Levis with a tear
And some Hanes with a hole
The knees were shot and the buttons popped
But still he says they’re fine
I’ve been through the wardrobe of a boy who must move
and he likes to do slides on his knees
when he’s with you, can’t forget ’bout his knees
’cause there ain’t no fabric a-coverin’ them
La, la…
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Thanks for the giggle! I appreciate it.
I think you have a career in song parodies for moms!
Peace and Laughter!