Come Line Your Pants
(tune: Swing Town)

Come line your pants.
Come line your pants
You can shoplift 'thout a second glance
You know the rays are scanning
And the guards are panning
So you've got to line your fanny
with tin foil

We've been lifting so much
Got the five-fingered touch
Come on baby, come on, tin-foil your pants

chicka-bum-sh-bum-bump
chicka-bum-sh-bum-bump
O-o, O-o-o, O-o-o-o.
O-o, O-o-o, O-o.

Come line your pants
Come line your pants
You may not get another chance
You know the rays are raying
And the cops are playing
And it's no good praying
Without tin-foil

Do you want to get caught?
We don't want to get caught!
Come on baby, come on, tin foil your pants!

chicka-bum-sh-bum-bump
chicka-bum-sh-bum-bump
O-o, O-o-o, O-o-o-o.
O-o, O-o-o, O-o.

(repeat "O-o" part, add ocean waves SFX, and fade)

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