Can I tell you a romantic story About the one-eyed lady in France I guess the king decreed that all the various princes Should try to get inside her pants Matt: So along came a Saint Paul dandy He was six-and-a-half feet tall He said "All the little ladies love roses" She took the roses and that was all The next man for the one-eyed lady Was my dignified rother Dan He said "Bring the little woman some kisses and attention" She wouldn't even shake his hand Then I moved into the picture I was wearing these magic pants I said "Let the blind bottom of my body do the talking" She fell into a magic trance I wore the pants I said relax We did a dance They call the slacks John: Let me tell you the truth of the story It was me moving in those pants Matt said "The way to her heart is through her tummy" And then he took her out to restaurants! Dan: Could you both turn down the distortion Cause you know I wore the pants You were both laid out on the floor with no protection In a deep dark watery trance I wore the pants I said relax We did a dance They call The Slacks