As usual with our travesties, I mean parodies, Kris had the concept and the first few lines, and I filled it in...

Peter.

BOXERS AND SOCKS
Lyrics: Peter and Kristina Cady
Tune: "Fox on the Run"


Start with CHORUS:
        
                        I stand on the stairs leading down to the cellar
                        Wish I'd stood in bed, 'cause this ain't any fun.
                        My wife heard a prowler, I'll prove I'm not yeller -
                        I'm here in my boxers and socks with a gun
                        
                        (chime) In my socks / In my socks / In my socks / With a gun.


1.   Everybody said that we had a lot of crime -
      Camps and trucks and houses get broke into all the time
      So I keep the Smith and Wesson by the bed here on a chair.
      And I know I've got some cartridges, just can't remember where.

                        (CHORUS)

2. I'm being wicked careful, 'cause I wouldn't want to fall,
    And I nearly broke my ankle on that table in the hall.
    The wife says someone's down there, and a man has got his pride,
    But I've used up my machismo and I need a place to hide.

                        (CHORUS)

3. I finally found the prowler, he was working on the door,
    Let him in and gave him cat food - he won't bother us no more.
    So there's no need to call the cops or testify in court,
    And I'm going back to bed, as soon as I can change my shorts.

                        (FINAL CHORUS)