Lyrics:

Spear

One-two-three kick.
Come on everybody, clap your hands. Ooooh. You're looking good.
A you having a good time. I sure am.
Do you like soul music ....
No.
Well,
Do the Trouser Press, baby, Oooh?
Do the Trouser Press, baby, Wo-om-om-om,
Do the Trouser Press, baby, Ooooooooooom,
Do the Trouser Press, baby, Wah-oh-oh-oh.

Give it all you can, it's much better than
The pre-fabricated concrete coal-bunker.

Trouser it to me ..................(Shirt-grip)
You've got me in creases,
What a turn-up for the books now,
Don't hang me up now.