I am just a door boy
And my underwear's so old
It's been laundered from existence
Just a stained and tattered remnant of a once new pair
All holes and trim
I can hold them up before my eyes
And watch T.V. through them
hmmmmmmm

When I lost my home and my family
I was so poor that a toy
Was a clump of many hangers
I'm not lying when you're orphaned baby fun is scarce
Reading Poe, peeking out from under covers
Lest the Raven somehow knows
Pecking at my face yea man that story blows
I would cry... cry and cry and cry and cry, I would cry
Cry and cry and cry and cry don't you know I cried

Now my shorts have many ages
But my oldest pair's named Bob
And he's gotten offers
Just some offers from the laundry up the avenue
They need some care, there are times when they get so loathsome
With pee and skid marks there
Riding high...ay yie yie yie yie yie yie, riding high
Ay yie yie yie yie yie yie, man they're riding high

Yea the shorts are riding up now
It's a wedgie just the same
They are older they are tattered they don't smell too good
Don't smell too good
My old underwear is tattered and it just don't smell too good
My old underwear sometimes don't smell too good

Now I'm praying for some cleaner drawers
And wishing I was done
Wearing rags
Cause these old shitty knickers are a chafing me
Chafing me, shitty rags

I am dreaming of some boxers
They are lighter by a shade
They don't carry no reminders
With no urine stains or skid marks
That look so gross when dried out
But my pangs remain the same
I can't wash em, I can't wash em
They'll dissolve down the drain
Riding high... Ay yie yie yie yie yie yie, riding high
Ay yie yie yie yie yie yie, man they're riding high