We want pockets

Tis the season of Christmas concerts.
Fa la la la la. La la la la.
Working hard no time for nonsense
Fa la la la la. La la la la.
Don we now our black trousers
Fa la la la la la. La la la.
Tight they feel after serveral hours.
Fa la la la la. La la la la.

So we brave the shops before us
Fa la la la la. La la la la.
All we want is plain black trousers
Fa la la la la. La la la la
They must have two deep pockets
Fa la la la la la. La la la la.
Room for i-phone, keys and wallet
Fa la la la la. La la la la

"Pockets spoil the line," they tell me
Fa la la la la. La la la la.
Sod the look I'm fat and ugly
Fa la la la la. La la la la.
"Don't you have a great big handbag?"
Fa la la la la la. La la la.
Not on stage for fear of mishap
Fa la la la la. La la la la.