Where's your money?
In my pocket.
Where's your pocket?
In my pants.
Where's your pants?
I left them home.
Get out of here!

Anyone know how this bit of comedy begins? When my cousin and I were about 5 we marched up and down the boardwalk at Coney Island chanting this until a man threw a glass of water at us (well, not the whole glass, just the water). That was about 50 years ago and I'm still traumatized. I think my cousin's all right, though.