Where everyone can see ’em.
For if you do, I’ll take them to
The nearest art museum.
And right beside a sculpture
From the second century,
Your underpants will hang, stretched out
For everyone to see.
And even if they’re dirty,
Or in very bad condition,
I’ll keep them on display,
And charge a dollar for admission.
So keep them tucked down in your pants,
Be grateful that you’ve got ’em.
They’re not for show, I hope you know.
They’re there to hide your bottom!