Eddie's Pants from Moxie by Ska Fiends

Eddie’s got a backpack, tiny and light, Travels the world, stays out of sight, One pair of pants, his pride and joy, But man, those things smell like a skunk, oh boy! He’s stringin' up hammocks, between trees and poles, Sleepin' on streets, wherever he rolls, But Eddie, my friend, let’s make a stance, For the love of all things, please wash your pants!

Please wash your pants, Eddie, please wash your pants! They’ve been through the jungle and a beachside dance, They’ve seen the world, but they need a chance, To feel the water, oh please wash your pants!

We met in Bali, down by the sea, Eddie was grinning, happy and free, With his magic pants, meant to stay clean, But we all know what that smell really means. Eddie, we love your carefree style, But those pants, man, they’ve walked too many miles, We’ve told you once, we’ve told you twice, Please wash your pants, for your own good advice!

Please wash your pants, Eddie, please wash your pants! They’ve trekked through temples, seen wild romance, But the odor’s strong, don’t take that chance, Find a river, oh please wash your pants!

Eddie, my friend, you’ve got it all wrong, Minimal life, yeah, that’s your song, But even a traveler needs a fresh start, So dunk those pants, and do your part! We beg you, Eddie, don’t delay, Find some soap, man, it’s just one day!

So here we are, in some distant land, Eddie’s pants still smell like a trash can, We laugh, we joke, but deep down inside, We’re wishing he’d find a river wide. Eddie, you’re cool, a nomad’s delight, But those pants, man, they’re just not right, One last time, we’ll take a stance, For everyone’s sake, please wash your pants!

Please wash your pants, Eddie, please wash your pants! From Bali to Bangkok, in every stance, Those magic pants have lost their chance, To stay odor-free, so please wash your pants!

Eddie, buddy... just... please... wash ‘em.

• Punk
• funny music
• ska
• Japan