Trousers drag on, slowly drag on through the street
   Yes, I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet
   I’m not finding foot at all
   With what's too big and what's too small
   But Sam, Sam, you promised me both ends would meet
   You made the coat and vest fit the best
   You made the linen nice and strong
   But Sam, you made the pants too long
   You made the tip lapel look so oh swell
   Who am I to say that you're wrong?
   But Sam, you made the pants too long
   They got the belt, and they got suspenders
   So what can they lose?
   But what good are belts, what good suspenders
   When the pants are hanging over the shoes?
   You feel the winter breeze up and down the knees
   The belt is where the tie belongs
   ’Cause Sam, Sam, Sam,
   You made the pants too long
   You know what I mean, Sam?