I went to my neighbours yard sale
To see what I could fine
I find me and old pair of underwear
Hanging on a clothes line
I ask an old woman in a lawn chair
How much you want for them drawers
She said if your willin' to touch them
Them nasty things are yours

They been hanging out in the backyard since 1985
They were my husbands favourite pair when he was still alive
They're stiff as a board and milldewed
If you wash em' they'll be fine
They god skid marks up to the wasteband
But they ain't no worse than mine!

I hope the boys at BBD can see me wearing these
They might just find it in their hearts
To give me a pair for free-ee-yee-yee-yee...
Ohhh they are my favourite underwear
I wear em' everyday
I use tape from scotch to repair the crotch
But I get blisters that way

Woooooohooooooo sing you bastards!