And from the late and very great Monty Parkin, this parody:

I wore my pants from Marks and Spencers
And made pretences that they would do
But in my mind I felt contrary,
They were too lairy, not a nice plain blue.

Far, far away, my wife's aunt Elsie,
Who lived near Chelsea, sent them to me.
And so I sat, through the Christmas season,
With my new undies on, and watched TV.

A crashing bore, the same old drag,
When it was done I grabbed a bag,
I went down to Marks and Spencers,
I was not alone.....

'May I return these pants, please, missus,
They're all right for sissies, not for us real men.'
She looked at me, a trifle weary,
'I suppose so, deary', and I went home again.

Give me my dull old pants, give me my dull old pants,
Give me my dull old pants, give me my dull old pants.

This was written for Monty's weekly spot on Radio Kent, but perhaps understandably they thought it might offend the original noble composer, and vetoed it. I still trot it out every January, though.