Sam You Made The Pants Too Long Paroles

Around the world to you,
'Cause they said you're the best custom tailor in Hong Kong.
Sam, you made the pants 'bout a foot and a half too long.

First I took a jet,
Then I took a clipper,
Then I took a ricksha to your door.
And now Sam, I regret,
My chin's caught in my zipper,
And my cuffs are down there polishing the floor.

Oh, what a thrill divine,
When I first saw your sign.
It said, "For service, kindly bong the gong."
I bonged, and then mine pants went wrong.

I don't like to complain,
Or cause a demonstration,
But the belt is in my armpits, if you please.
I'm trying to explain, My pagoda leaks.
I thought your name was Feldman, but it's Fong!
Sam Fong, you made the pants too long!