I admit it, folks!

I burgled the underwear shop.

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES #679

I hear those frillies rustling; they drive me round the bend
I ain't wore no lacy briefs since Lord I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison; time keeps dragging on
Those people wearing g-strings; I'm in plain long johns

When I was a baby, my mama told me "Son
Always be a good boy, don't wear satin next your bum"
But I wore some silky tangas, I wondered how they'd feel
And now I've graduated to wearing kitten heels

I'll bet there's rich folks wearing Janet Reger next their flesh
I'll bet they'd blow a gasket if they thought that Johnny Cash
Hankered after Gossard, and other lingerie
Like those fancy folks are wearing, and that's what tortures me

If I was out of prison, if they let me out this cell
I'd take a trip to gay Paree, and in some cheap hotel
I'd slip into some lacies, some swanky lan-jer-ay
And I'd let that silky smoothness blow my blues away