I went to my neighbours yard sale,
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to see what I could fine.
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I find me and old pair of underwear
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hanging on a clothes line.
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I ask an old woman in a lawn chair,
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how much you want for them drawers.
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She said if your willin' to touch them,
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them nasty things are yours.
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They been hanging out in the backyard since 1985,
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they were my husbands favourite pair when he was still alive.
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They're stiff as a board and milldewed
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if you wash em' they'll be fine.
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They god skid marks up to the wasteband,
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but they aint no worse than mine!
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I hope the boys at BBD can see me wearing these
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They might just find it in their hearts,
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to give me a pair for free-ee-yee-yee-yee...
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Ohhh they are my favourite underwear,
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I wear em' everyday.
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I use tape from scotch to repair the crotch,
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but I get blisters that way.
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Woooooohooooooo sing you bastards!
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Yard Sale - Underwear Song
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| Rodney Carrington |
