Clarence Washington — It Slipped Out (1979)

[Intro — Electric Piano, Strings, Soft Guitar] [Clarence — spoken softly] You know... Sometimes... No matter how carefully you put it in... No matter how tight you think you got it... Sooner or later... it slips out. [Background Singers] (Ooooooh... it slipped out...) [Clarence] And everybody can see it. [Verse 1] Got dressed up fine about a quarter to eight Silk shirt pressed and I was lookin' great Tucked it down deep, pulled my trousers up tight Checked that mirror— Lord, Clarence looked right Walked downstairs with a confident stride Baby took one look and said, “Check your side” I looked down low and started to shout— Damn... It slipped out. [CHORUS — Silky High Harmonies] It slipped out... (Put it back in, baby) I swear I had it right It slipped out... (Put it back in, baby) Happens every single night I push it down I walk around Then somebody points it out... No matter what I do— It slips right out. [Verse 2] Went to the club looking sharp and clean Burgundy pants with a crease so mean Lady walked over, whispered in my ear: “Clarence... something's hanging out back here.” [Clarence] Again?! I ran to the men's room, tucked it inside Pulled that belt one notch tighter with pride Did one little dance when the band broke out— Two steps later... It slipped back out! [Background Singers] (AGAIN?!) [Clarence] AGAIN! [CHORUS] It slipped out... (Put it back in, Clarence) Soon as I hit the floor It slipped out... (There it goes again) Hanging out a little more I tuck it tight It feels alright Then I dance and lose the fight— It slips right out! [Instrumental — Strings & Saxophone] [Bridge — Clarence Soul Sermon] See... A man shouldn't have to spend his whole evening... putting the same thing... back in his pants. [Background Singer] Clarence! [Clarence] MY SHIRT! Good Lord, woman. This is a respectable record. [Background Singers] (Tuck it in!) I'm TRYING! (Tuck it in!) I DID! (Tuck it in!) STOP YELLING AT ME! [Groove Builds] [Clarence] Maybe it's the silk... Maybe it's these pants... Maybe Clarence got... too much movement in his dance. [Background Singer] Then stop dancing! [Silence] [Clarence] Get out of my house. [FINAL CHORUS — Huge Strings & Harmonies] IT SLIPPED OUT! (Put it back in, baby!) Every time I move! IT SLIPPED OUT! (There it goes!) When Clarence finds that groove! Push it down! (DOWN!) Tuck it tight! (TIGHT!) Hope it stays in there tonight! But sooner or later... IT'S GONNA SLIP RIGHT OUT! [Outro — Smooth Saxophone] [Clarence, spoken] That's it. Tomorrow... I'm buying a bodysuit. [Background Singer] Clarence in a bodysuit? [Clarence] Record's over.