They called him the "Pearman",
The Pearman was a big man,
The lineman they tease him all day.
For the Pearman, you see,
Was a rare man to be, 
With a shape like a pear in a tree.
But I worked with this man with hands so grand,
And a belly like Jolly St. Nick,
And never I seen any man as lean that could move so fast or so quick.
Fifty miles of line that man could climb
Through the sun, the wind, and the rain.
And though they'd try to do or die
To keep up was really a strain.
He would climb for hours a hundred towers,
The crew he'd leave in the dust.
Though they'd run ahead to make their bread,
To keep up was really a must.
The secret, I guess, was his great big chest,
That would never get winded all day.
And as he'd climb, he'd sing this rhyme,
"Those lineman I'm going to eat up today."
So if you should see, old Pearman and me,
Just give him a smile and a glance,
For you may recall, you can't tell at all,
The speed of a man by his Pants.
