Bell Bottoms

In the 60's, dungarees (Not jeans, if you recall) Were worn with big wide flaring bells And floor-length they would fall. My favorite pair were cut real low, Hip-hugging and skin-tight. A fringy belt of suede made sure My clothes looked out-of-sight. The bottoms grazed the ground and thus Would rip and slightly shred. I added some embroidery; You'd notice that instead. Today my jeans are from the Gap And though they're kinda flared, They're nothing like the ones I wore When hippie fashions fared. But I'm no longer who I was Back then, so young and free, When my embroidered bells announced The me I hoped to be.