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Gidget Goes to Rome...in your pants.
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town...in your pants.

Captain Blood . . . in your pants. (Well, at times it MIGHT be considered that . . . )
Adventures of Don Juan . . . in your pants. (And many they are . . . )
Dive Bomber . . . in your pants. (Notice a pattern here? )
The Dawn Patrol . . . in your pants. (Is that supposed to be another name for "morning wood"? )
Uncertain Glory . . . in your pants. (Viagra should help with that. ;) )
Gentleman Jim . . . in your pants. (Well, I suppose one COULD call it that . . . )
Desperate Journey . . . in your pants. (****, ENOUGH W/ THE ERROL FLYNN REFERENCES!! )

The Desert Rats...in your pants.

I am the very model of a modern Major-General . . . in your pants.
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral . . . in your pants.
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical . . . in your pants.
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical . . . in your pants.
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical . . . in your pants.
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical . . . in your pants.
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news . . . in your pants.
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse . . . in your pants.

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus . . . in your pants.
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous . . . in your pants.
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General . . . in your pants.

Person of interest...in my pants.

The First Heretic...in your pants.
Prospero Burns...in your pants.
The Age of Darkness...in your pants.

I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's . . . in your pants.
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox . . . in your pants.
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus . . . in your pants.
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous . . . in your pants.
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies . . . in your pants.
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes . . . in your pants.
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore . . . in your pants.
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore . . . in your pants.

Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform . . . in your pants.
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform . . . in your pants.
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General . . . in your pants.


In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin" . . . in your pants.
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a Javelin . . . in your pants.
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at . . . in your pants.
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat" . . . in your pants.
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery . . . in your pants.
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery . . . in your pants.
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy . . . in your pants.
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Ah, I HAVE IT!!!!
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee . . . in your pants.

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury . . . in your pants.
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century . . . in your pants.
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I AM the very model of a modern Major-General . . . IN YOUR PANTS!!!!

Questionable Content...in your pants.
Grim Tales from Down Below...in your pants.
Too Much Information...in your pants.
Girls with Slingshots...in your pants.

Ha! Didn't think this one would still go on xD

Reign of Fire... in your pants.
Invisible Man... in your pants.
The man who sued God... in your pants.

The Thundering Herd...in your pants.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button... in your pants.

Punch an' Pie...in your pants.