Goodbye denim, my old friend,
I've come to put you on again,
Because of blue jeans slowly wearing,
After years were finally tearing,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within my loss... of blue jeans.
In restless dreams I wore them proud
Flying solo or in a crowd,
While moving boxes all around,
I stooped to lift and heard a sound
When my crotch was exposed by the flash of
A denim beam
That split the seam
And felt the tear... of blue jeans.
Apologies to all Simon and Garfunkel fans.