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)
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