Allan Sherman - Sam You Made The Pants Too Long lyrics

You made the coat and vest Should fit me the best You sewed the bu*tons strong But Sam, you made the pants too long Far from the Bronx I flew Around the world to you 'Cause they said you're the best custom tailor in Hong Kong Sam, you made the pants 'bout a foot and a half too long First I took a jet Then I took a clipper Then I took a ricksha to your door And now Sam, I regret My chin's caught in my zipper And my cuffs are down there polishing the floor Oh, what a thrill divine When I first saw your sign It said, "For service, kindly bong the gong." I bonged, and then mine pants went wrong I don't like to complain Or cause a demonstration But the belt is in my armpits, if you please I'm trying to explain My pants need alteration How do you say "oy vay" in Chinese? I've been here six long weeks My pagoda leaks I thought your name was Feldman, but it's Fong! Sam Fong, you made the pants too long!