Goodbye enormous jeans
Though I never wore you at all
You had the grace to starch yourself
While jeans around you balled
They balled out of their stitching
And they unravelled.... they played a game
They set you on the treadmill
And they gave you a designer name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a pantalone filled with sin
Never knowing who to cling to
When the cling-free sheets came in

And I would have liked to have worn you
But I was just a kid
Your brand had sold out long before
Your legend ever did

Stonewashing was tough
The toughest role.... you ever played
Stonewashing created a superstar
And lint was the price you paid
Even when you were dyed
Oh the perma-press hounded you
All the irons had to say
Was that bellbottoms were really quite crude

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a pair of pants on the line
Never knowing who to cling to
When the other jeans gave you the sign
And I would have liked to have worn you
But I was just a kid
Your brand had sold out long before
Your legend ever did


Goodbye enormous jeans
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something as more than practical
More than just our farmworker's utility clothes

THE END