Dad is making breakfast. And, he's experiencing a wardrobe malfunction.
Let's face it: He's never been able to find the right belt/pants combination. Frustrated by his drooping pants, he struggles -- spatula in hand -- to lift them belly-high. As he's doing so, he mutters under his breath:
"Why do my pants... ugh... WHY do my pants... keep..."
And then, as if he's trying out for some Broadway musical, he belts out Ira Gershwin-like:
"WHYYYYYY do my PANTSSSSS keep FALLINGGGGGG DOWWWWWWN!
I really wish I had that on audio for ya. It seriously was priceless. But, do your best to try and imagine the vocal and melody.
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