My Purple Pants

I have these purple pants. I really do not like 'em. I have these purple pants. I really do not like 'em. I have these purple pants. I really do not like 'em. The legs are stained with gravy and a runaway Meatball. I do not understand why I'm supposed to Like 'em. I do not understand why I'm supposed To like 'em. I do not understand why I'm Supposed to like 'em. The fact is that I Cannot stand purple pants at all. Yeah. I really want to try to overcome this feeling. I really want to try to overcome this feeling. I really want to try to overcome this feeling, So I'll put on my purple pants and pull Them to my chest. Then I will take a Walk where everyone will see me. Then I will take a walk where everyone will See me. Then I will take a walk where Everyone will see me. And they will die from jealousy because I look The best. And they will die from jealousy because I look The best.