You look after me in so many ways Not just once but day after day Without you, what would be my fate Just a little rhyme cos I appreciate You and the things you do So many things are seen And I know that we’re a team But Thanks for my pants Stacked neatly where they’re meant to be Thanks for my pants And your whole organisational philosophy I know that I look after you too But this isn’t about what I do Besides, what I do is not enough Just a little verse cos I love You and the things you do So many things unseen And I know that we’re a team But Thanks for my pants Stacked neatly where they’re meant to be Thanks for my pants And your whole organisational philosophy They’re more like boxers really Or some sort of jockey They’re certainly not slips Or some sort of Y-front mix Just a little song for… You and the things you do So many things seen, unseen And I know that we’re a team But Thanks for my pants Stacked neatly where they’re meant to be Thanks for my pants And your whole organisational philosophy Thanks for my pants I know where they are when I need them Thanks for my pants My bits will never get chafed again You care about my underwear They’re folded, tidy, in there!
