Beltless Boogie

(hoop-lah!) I ran out the door in a terrible rush Forgot my suspenders,

forgot to adjust Now I'm at my desk with a mountain of

mail And my trousers are sinking,

a terrible fail (oh no!)

Hoisting them up, pulling them high!

I'm holding my waistband and looking the guy To the left,

to the right, with a tug and a yank If they drop

any lower, my career is sank! (whoops!)

I stood up to talk to the regional boss My dignity suffered

a terrible loss One step to the whiteboard,

a shimmy and shake And I had to grab on for my

sanity's sake! (hahaha!)

No belt, no buckle,

a terrible crime I'm pulling them up for the twentieth time!

Hoisting them up,

pulling them high! I'm holding my waistband and looking the guy To

the left, to the right,

with a tug and a yank If they drop any lower,

my career is sank! (heyyy!)

Just one more tug and I'll make it to five My pants

are secure and I'm glad I'm alive! (oof!)