God Bless MyUnderwear

Sing to the tune of ‘God Bless Amerca’

God bless my underwear, my only pair.

Stand beside then, and guide them,

Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears.

From the washer, to the dryer, to my backpack, to my rear.

Gob bless my underwear, my only pair.

God bless my underwear, or I’ll be bare.

God bless my underwear,

That I wear down there,

I outgrow them, then throw them.

Those who wear them will never be square.

When the bully, gives a wedgie,

Pray that they won’t ever tear.

God bless my underwear, my only pair,

God bless my underwear, I need a new pair.