I’ve whipped out my trusty ‘I’m sorry. Are you speaking? Can’t you see these buds shoved deep in my ear canals signifying my total lack of interest in anything you might have to say unless you can do so in song and with cowbell o’plenty’ iPod. Since my pants could use some excitement, I am whoring them out to a random smattering of tunes. alejna, paramour of pants, posted a catchy little meme a while back wherein you shuffle your tunes and slap down the first however many song titles with “in my pants” tagged on the end. It’s the fortune cookie of memes.
To add to the realism of this meme, I’m actually wearing pants. I never wear pants this hour of the day. All for you, sweets. Now, let’s see what’s a happenin’ in my pants.
- Waiting in Vain in my pants – Bob Marley and the Wailers
- Cry in my pants – Johnnie Ray and the Four Lads
- Everybody Loves a Carnival in my pants – Fatboy Slim
- I’m Only Sleeping in my pants – The Beatles
- Can’t Go Back to Jersey in my pants – G. Love
- Ebony Eyes in my pants – Stevie Wonder
- Freedom Flight in my pants – Shuggie Otis
- Less Than You Think in my pants – Wilco
- Don’t Let the Man Get You Down in my pants – Fatboy Slim
- Body Language in my pants – Queen
- So Say I in my pants – The Shins
- Love For Sale in my pants – Fine Young Cannibals
- Verb: That’s What’s Happening in my pants – Moby
- Fool’s Hall of Fame in my pants – Johnny Cash
- Smile in my pants – Lyle Lovett
- Some Unholy War in my pants – Amy Winehouse
- Never Coming Home in my pants – Sting
- The Losing in my pants – The Pretenders
- Lay My Burden Down in my pants – Larry Sparks
- Little Girl in my pants – Vic Damone
- Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine in my pants – James Brown
I could play this game all night and day. However, I think that’s a perfect place to end my pants shenanigans. Normally, I’d wax on about each of those results, but I’ll leave the analysis up to you. I will say my iPod is quite insightful. In fact, I’m debating on turning this blog writing hobby over to the iPod, crafty devil that he is.
(don’t let the man get you down in my pants ::snicker:: )
(ooh, and consider yourself lucky Prince never came up in the shuffle…the very next song after getting America’s post title…Prince’s Soft and Wet…uhhh yeh)



8 responses so far ↓
alejna // November 12, 2009 at 10:04 pm |
“Everybody Loves a Carnival in my pants.” Truer words were never written.
Fantastic pants, my friend! I’m glad you decided to play along.
XUP // November 13, 2009 at 1:14 pm |
I don’t for a minute believe you were wearing pants when you wrote this. Also, I don’t have an iPod. There I said it.
girlgriot // November 13, 2009 at 1:57 pm |
Excellent tunes in your pants! I have to say, I’m still glad Alejna tagged me for this one … and there is Prince-o-plenty on my iPod!
Holly // November 13, 2009 at 7:21 pm |
I’m so glad you mentioned Prince. Because every darn time the pants come up, I cannot stop thinking about those no-ass pants that Prince used to wear. Remember those? And it sort of makes me sad, because I liked crazy no-ass pants Prince way way more than born-again holy Prince.
onthecurb // November 13, 2009 at 9:38 pm |
Thanks, alejna. My immature sense of humor meshes quite nicely with the “in my pants” game. I get way too much of a kick out of it. (what were in your pants? pianos and clocks? noisy noisy pants)
I really was wearing pants, XUP! One and only time here on the curb. And, I do remember that you’re one of those no-music people. Gosh, your house must be so quiet. Well, I guess it would also be quiet if you were walking around with headphones on all the time. You could probably play the same game with book titles. Moby Dick in my pants.
Thank you, thank you, girlgriot. And, it’s always a treat to meet another Prince fan. We are a special breed, us Prince fans.
Oh, I remember those assless yellow pants very, very well, Holly. Arsenio Hall was the host of the MTV Music Awards, Prince was performing Gett Off, and he let the ass air as he sang, “Now move ya big ass round this way so I can work on that zipper, baby” I can’t count the number of times I played that back on my VCR.
Yes, yes, I died a little inside when he turned all Jehovah’s Witness on me. I saw him in New Orleans (that’s where u are, right?) not long after the conversion and he was passing out J.W. literature during a pre-show meet-and-greet. I turned my head for all that mess so it wouldn’t ruin the show for me later. But, I still love my petite little man to bits.
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girlgriot // November 14, 2009 at 12:58 am |
OTC, we are clearly telepathically linked today! I posted an ‘in my pants’ book title list today (well, yesterday at this point).
Grandy // November 15, 2009 at 3:28 pm |
Hahaha!!!! You Give Love a Bad Name in my pants. I just might have to play this one. I’ve been out of the loop a bit, but this might just get me back…in my pants.