Skin-tight Pants - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SKIN-TIGHT PANTS. Sung by Jack C'onroy. 
I'm Mrs. Muldoon, the solid man's wife, On that I've no reason to blow; But I've got a son, who's a son of a gun, And to work sure he never will go; He is following his father's examples, Looking for every chance; But every one knows he's a big overgrown-While he wears his skin-tight pants. 
Chorus. His head is as red as the ginger-bread; I'm afraid he will never advance, Orgo to the front like his father, John, While he keeps on the skin-tight pants. 
My sister from Kerry, she's an aunt to Jerry, Told me a tale one night; She said he was a pivoter, She was told by Andy Wright; I know it's true, yes, every word, For he goes to every dance, And he wears his father's long-tail coat To hide his skin-tight pants.-Chorus. 
If John gets the nomination For alderman next Fall, I'll buy my Jerry a bran new suit, Like the paper on the wall; And then we'll have a raffle, At fifty cents a chance; May the best man throw high or low. To win poor Jerry's pants.-Chorus. 
My Jerry will go to a boarding-school, To join the college grade, And when he's there a year or more, Of course he'll learn a trade; Then I'll send him to speak the French, I will pay his passage to France; When he goes he can turn up his nose To those that made fun of his pants.-Chorus.