Bored of My Pants
BORED OF MY PANTS
When Michael was little He took a firm stance He said, mum I hate them, I won’t wear these pants.
He hopped and he leaped And he hollered “too tight!” He’d twirl in a frenzy Till late in the night.
He’d spin like a dervish He’d stomp and he’d bleat, While mum pulled knickers Over his feet
I hate them, I hate them He’d tap with his shoe I’m bored with the pants I want something new.
She’d chase him for hours Until she gave in He’d wiggle and prance In a bare bottomed spin.
A tippety tappety Hop and a jump From bedside to table He’d land with a thump.
His feet moved so quickly There wasn’t a chance, Of catching young Michael Who hated his pants.
Now he is famous From Hong Kong to France Behold! Michael Flatley The Lord of the Dance.