Pantsuit Land

                     PANTSUIT LAND

 (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.