traditional

“ And there was a pair of pants where my pants ought to be
I said to my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me,
What’s these pants here on the chair where my pants ought to be?
You old fool, you blind fool, can’t you plainly see,
It’s nothing but a dish rag my mother gave to me,
Well I’ve travelled this wide world over, ten thousand miles or more,
But cuffs and a zipper on a dish rag I never did see before. ”