Lời bài hát: Jonathan Coulton. Mr. Fancy Pants.

(Hey Mr. Fancy Pants)
Chances are your pants are not as fancy as the pair,
Of very fancy pants that Mr. Fancy Pants will wear,
When everybody's marching in the fancy pants parade,
He's gonna pass the test,
He's gonna be the best,
The best in terms of pants.

You look in every catalogue you shop in every store,
'Cos even though you have a hundred pants you want some more,
And suddenly you see the greatest pants you've ever seen,
And even though you know it's gonna cost a lot of dough,
You have to have the world's best pants.

Say a little prayer for Mr. Fancy Pants,
The whole world knows it's only clothes,
And deep inside he's sad.

(Hey Mr. Fancy Pants)

They make the big announcement and the trophy goes to you,
You thought you had some fancy pants and now you know it's true,
You look at Mr. Fancy Pants and hold the trophy high,
Everybody cheers while he's blinking back the tears,
He doesn't even have the best pants.

Say a little prayer for Mr. Fancy Pants,
It's all he had but don't feel bad,
He'd do the same to you,