Sam, You Made the Pants Too Long (1932)
(w) Fred Whitehouse, Milton Berle (m) Sam M. Lewis & Victor Young Adapted from “Lord, You Made the Night Too Long”
Verse: Trousers dragging, slowly dragging thru the street,
Yes! I’m walking, but I’m walking without feet.
I’m not finding fault at all,
You’re too big and I’m too small,
But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet.

Chorus: 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 peak lapel look so swell,
So who am I to say you’re wrong?
But Sam, you made the pants too long.

They got a belt and they got suspenders,
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts, and what good suspenders,
When the pants are hanging over the shoes?
You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees.
The belt is where the tie belongs.
‘Cause Sam, Sam, Sam, you made the pants too long.