Trousers draggin', slowly draggin' through the street    Yes, I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet    I'm not finding fault 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 lining nice and strong    But Sam, you made the pants too long    You made the pink 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?