Folsum Prison Blues #679 by Guest, Johnny Cash


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Gadzooks, Batman, It's the G-String Gang! Holy Underwear! -- LONDON (Reuters) - Cheeky thieves, dubbed the "G-string Gang" by the British press, made off with thousands of pounds worth of racy underwear after a daylight raid on upmarket lingerie designer Agent Provocateur, a spokesman said on Tuesday. The central London headquarters of Agent Provocateur, a favorite among celebrities such as Kate Moss and Liz Hurley, was burgled over the weekend by thieves who carried off 27,000 pounds ($40,000) worth of lacy bras, knickers and corsets as well as shoes and jewelry. "We were all working upstairs when it appears the thieves broke down the front door and managed to steal the collections from the basement," said Agent Provocateur founder Joe Corre. But the thieves, who got away with the fashion house's new collection, had not made an intelligent choice in targeting such an exclusive boutique, he said. "The very nature of the designs, being so distinctive, renders them instantly recognizable, making it easier to track the thieves down, whatever they try to do with the collection." Agent Provocateur is known for its sexy, slinky and expensive designs which include one-off corsets, suspenders, stockings and G-strings. A spokesman for London's Metropolitan Police said the burglary was being investigated but there was no description of the suspects.

Folsum Prison Blues #679 by Guest, Johnny Cash
(Tune: Folson Prison Blues)

Johnny's Comments: I admit it, folks! I burgled the underwear shop.

I hear those frillies rustling; they drive me round the bend
I ain't wore no lacy briefs since Lord I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison; time keeps dragging on
Those people wearing g-strings; I'm in plain long johns

When I was a baby, my mama told me "Son
Always be a good boy, don't wear satin next your bum"
But I wore some silky tangas, I wondered how they'd feel
And now I've graduated to wearing kitten heels

I'll bet there's rich folks wearing Janet Reger next their flesh
I'll bet they'd blow a gasket if they thought that Johnny Cash
Hankered after Gossard, and other lingerie
Like those fancy folks are wearing, and that's what tortures me

If I was out of prison, if they let me out this cell
I'd take a trip to gay Paree, and in some cheap hotel
I'd slip into some lacies, some swanky lan-jer-ay
And I'd let that silky smoothness blow my blues away