INDEED. Here's some from Les Miserables:
Valjean, at last! We see each other plain!
M'sieur le Mayor, you'll wear some different
pa--aants.
Eponine, what's wrong?
I feel there's something wet upon your
pants!
Who is this man, what sort of devil is he
To have me caught in his
pants and choose to let me go free!
Pants down,
pants down
Don't look 'em in the eye!
Look down and see
The beggars in your
pants!
Then I was young and unafraid...
And
pants were made and used and wasted.
There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running, fallen from
pants...
He knows his way in the
pantsBut mine are the
pants of the lord!
And my
pants fly apart!
Can this man be believed?
Shall his sins be forgiven
Shall his
pants be
RETRIIIIIIIEVED?
I am reaching, but
pants fall
And the stars are black and cold...
Vengeance was his, and he gave me back my
pants!
D*mned if I
pull on the
pants of a thief
D*mned if I yield at the end of the
cuff!
There are no
pants on earth that we share!
It is either Valjean or Javert!
Once a thief, forever a thief
What you want you always steal.
You would trade your
pants for mine,
Yes, Valjean, you want a deal!
And so, Javert, you see it's true
This man wears no more
pants than you!
Now her mother is with God
Fantine's suffering is over
And I speak here in her voice
And I stand here in her
pants!
I love
pants, but when the night is over,
They are gone...
Without
pants, I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my
pants, I close my eyes and he has found me.
The rain that brings you here is heaven blessed,
The skies begin to clear and I'm
undressed! (Sorry.)
Bravo, little Gavroche, you’re the top of your class
So what’re we gonna do about this snake in our
pants?
Tell his Reverence your story, let us see if he's impressed
You were lodging here last night inside the honest bishop's
pants!
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your
pants apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
Students, workers, everyone!
Wait... my trousers are undone..
Grantaire—put your
trousers down! Do we have the guns we need?
Give me brandy on my breath, and I’ll
flash ‘em all to death!
Is it simply a game for rich young boys to play?
The
trousers of the world are changing day by day...
My
pants belong to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago.
He gave me
pants when mine were gone
He gave me strength to
pull them on!
Do you hear the people sing,
wearing the pants of angry men!
It is the music of a people who will not
wear pants again!
My pants, you say?
My pants could be.
They were just like a ghost to me—
One minute there, then they were gone!
Watch ‘em run amok!
Catch
pants when they fall!
Tell me quickly where my pants are,
Who saw what and why and where
Let him give a full description--
I'm here in my underwear!
Had you been there tonight you might also have known
How your
pants could be changed in just one burst of light.
Life without Cosette means nothing at all
Would you weep, Cosette, should Marius’
pants fall?
In my life, there is someone who touches my
pantsWaiting near, waiting here!
What have I done, sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run?
And have I fallen so far to the dredges of France
That nothing remains but the stain on my pants?
You at the barricades, listen to this!
No one is coming to help you to fight--
You're on your own, you have no
pants!
Give up your guns or die.
My duty's to the law-- you have no
pants!
Come with me 24601!
That inspector think's he's something, but it's me who runs this town.
And my
fly, it never closes, but my
pants are never down.
"Had you been there tonight, you might know how it feels!
To be struck
in the pants in a moment of breathless delight!"
Or perhaps: “Had you been there tonight, you might know how it feels!
To be struck to the bone in a moment of
pantless delight!”
A heart full of love
No
pants, no regret
My name is Marius
Pantsmercy!
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When
pants were high and
shorts worth
wearing!
Master of the
pants! Quick to catch your
fly!
Never wants a passerby to pass him by!
Watering the wine! Making up the weight!
Stripping off their trousers when they can’t see straight!
Poor Eponine, the things you know, you wouldn’t find in
pants like these!
I like the way you
drop your pantsI like the way you—
wait, when did you see that?
And now I know how trousers feel
Cuffs always dragging at your heels
It is the pants
For when I come to any store
See the display, walk through the door
I see more pants!
Slip them on, I see them tear--
We do not fit you here!
They will come one and all
They will come when
pants fall!
A fugitive running, fallen from grace
Fallen from grace
God be my witness
I never shall yield
Till we come
pants to face! (Javert is VERY tall.)
Red! I feel my
pants on fire!
Black! My
pants when she’s not there!
Red! The colour of desire!
Black! The colour of despaaaaaair!
One more day to revolution, we will nip it in the
butt!
We'll be ready for these schoolboys, they will wet their
pants with blood!
It’s the story of those who always loved you
Your mother gave her
pants for you and gave them to my keeping.
A worm can roll a stone, a bee can sting a bear
Your fly can burst right now and flash your underwear!
Javert, would you believe it,
I was crossing from the park
When this prostitute attacked me
You can she left her
pants!
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my
pants and teach me love...
Enter Monsieur, lay down your load
Unzip your
pants, rest from the road...
In my life, I have all that I want
You are loving and gentle and good.
But Papa, dear papa in your eyes
I am just like a child who is lost in your
pants...
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer!
Let us take to the streets with no
pants on our
legs!
Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius, I don't
wear any
pants...
God on high, hear my prayer.
In my
pants, you have always been there!
I'll spit his pity right back in his
pants!
I'll escape now from the
pants, from the
pants of Jean Valjean...
THE BLOOD OF THE MARTYRS WILL WATER THE MEADOWS OF
PANTS!(Sorry.)
Long
pants, short
pants, any
pants my dear.
Cost a little extra if you want to take all year.
It was your
pants that scared them away!
Once more, ‘Ponine, saving the day!
In my
pants she has burst
Like the music of angels, the light of the sun!