More Yuletide entertainment that has made its way around the net in recent years (As with the other examples of this kind of silliness I've posted in the last week, I have never seen an author's name attached to this bugger. Should someone out there feel like claiming authorship -- and can prove it -- please take the example of Kris Kringle to heart and GIVE me a chance to provide proper attribution or, alternatively, remove the offending bit of diversion from this webpage before you try to sic an attorney on me. I grovel with appreciation in advance for your thoughtfulness and consideration.):
WALKIN' 'ROUND IN WOMEN'S UNDERWEAR
(to be sung to the tune of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland")
Lacy things the wife's missin',
Didn't ask her permission,
I'm wearin' her clothes,
Her silk pantyhose,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the store there's a teddy,
Little straps like spaghetti,
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.
In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.
He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say, "Whoa, man!
Let's wait until our wives are out of town!"
Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress like Madonna,
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade,
Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.