(to be sung to the tune of an old Irish sea shanty)
(This song goes out to my boyfriend, Shawnee)
Fare thee well, Dear Lover,
I hope you understand,
I'm going away my Darling,
I'm going to Pantsuit Land.
I've found greener pastures,
fields of emerald green,
fuchsia, peach, and plum have I,
teal and tangerine.
I wish you could come with me
in a pantsuit of brightest blue,
but I know your heart isn't in it,
and this I can't ask of you.
I'm going away to ramble,
dancing in the sand,
summer's colors are calling me,
I must go to Pantsuit Land.
As Pantsuit Land turns to Autumn,
shades no longer bright and bold,
I'll come home my darling,
in a Pantsuit of pure gold.
In a Pantsuit of pure gold.