Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots, and ruined your black tie affair
And that wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that I was also in my underwear
And I saw the surprise, and the fear in your eyes, when I stepped out into the lights
And all that I wore from my waist to the floor... were my tighty whites

'Cause I'm not dressed in low places, everywhere I go I see shocked faces
And I know it's true... that I look like Winnie The Pooh
And I'm not big on social graces, like to strip on down, even though it's tasteless
Oh I'm not dressed... in low places

Now I know that it's wrong, and I just don't belong, but yeah, I've done it before
'Cause it just feels right, when I go out at night, and I drop my trou to the floor
And I never mean to cause a big scene, but whenever I get the chance
I travel around to every tavern in town...without any pants

'Cause I'm not dressed in low places, everywhere I go I see shocked faces
I look like Winnie The Pooh... and yes, Porky Pig too
And I'm not big on social graces, like to strip on down, even though it's tasteless
Oh I'm not dressed... in low places

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