I really hate my jeans
They don’t fit at a good spot
I looked and I looked and I asked
Is this style all that you’ve got?
(The socks, well, they’re just socks)
My boxers ride up on me
“It these damn jeans' fault!” I shout
But I’m not going back to briefs
And I’m not going to go without
(Well, yes, my shoes are fine, but I hate these damn jeans)
My shirt won’t tuck in my jeans
It can’t reach down that low
I didn’t know when I bought it
Where fashion trends would go
(And a belt doesn’t seem to help - you can't turn to alcohol for everything)
I don’t hate the younger bunch
I just really hate their taste
Their fashion needs a hit man
Or just more inches in the waist
