Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long

Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street
 Yes, I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet
 I'm not finding foot 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 tip lapel look so oh swell
 Who am I to say 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?