I bought a pair of cargo pants, There’re pockets everywhere; Front to back and down the legs No place is pocket-bare. I’m not a cargo kind of guy But deals I’ll consume; And they were on a sale rack, Unwanted I’d presume. Everyday I’ve always worn The same as yesterday; Since I was just a high school kid I’ve always dressed this way. Denim jeans by Levi Strauss, Pre-washed with button fly; Casually affected I’m A blue jean kind of guy. Yesterday I tried my pants And filled the pockets full Of coins and phones and pods and things From which I then could pull. Enveloped in my khaki pants I took a stroll around, And listened as my pockets full Made rattling sorts of sound. A different mask of attitude Within these pants I see; Bwana Don and Jungle Jim Got nothing now on me.