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Currently (2008) the term "jailin" refers to the practice of wearing extremely low riding jeans, usually baggy, often with a belt drawn tightly to prevent them from falling down around one's ankles. In some areas suspenders are worn or buttons are sewn inside the shirt to enable the wearer to affix the jeans to the shirt. The practice frequently involves the jeans riding just at the point in the back where one's buttocks meet the thighs, exposing the wearer's underwear. As one might suspect, the participants spend a goodly portion of their day hiking up their jeans, and re-tightening their belts. This readjusting often occurs in public rather than in the bathroom.
The practice originated in the prison system (hence the term "jailin"), for two different reasons. One was the fact that pants rode lower on inmates because they were not permitted to have belts. The other lesser-known origin of the practice is that male inmates would wear low-riding pants to communicate to other male inmates that they were sexually available. (The source for this second origin is prison guards who shared this with a police officer present in the prison during a riot.)
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What rhymes with callum?
Some words that rhyme with "Callum" are "album," "blossom," and "custom."
Where can one find the lyrics to 'Cell Block Tango'?
Cell Block TangoChicago The MusicalAnd now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County JailIn their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango'Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!He had it coming, he had it comingHe only had himself to blameIf you'd have been there, if you'd have seen itI betcha you would have done the samePop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!You know how people have these little habitsThat get you down like ErnieErnie like to chew gum, no, not chew, PopLike, I come home this one day and there's ErnieLayin' on the couch chewin', no, not chewin', poppin'So, I said to him, I said"Ernie, you pop that gum one more time" and he didSo I took the shotgun off the wallAnd I fired two warning shots into his headHe had it coming, he had it comingHe only had himself to blameI met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years agoAnd he told me he was single and we hit it off right awaySo, we started living togetherHe'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.Then I found out, single, my assNot only was he married, well, he had six wivesOne of those Mormons, you knowSo that night, when he came homeI fixed him his drink as usualYou know, some guys just can't hold their arsenicHe had it coming, he had it comingHe took a flower in its primeAnd then he used it and he abused itIt was a murder but not a crimeNow, I'm standing in the kitchenCarvin' up the chicken for dinnerAnd in storms my husband Wilbrin in a jealous rage"You been screwin' the milkman"He says and he kept sayin'"You been screwin the milkman"Then he ran into my knifeHe ran into my knife ten timesIf you'd have been there, if you'd have seen itI betcha you would have done the sameMit kersek, en itt? Azt mondjok, hogy a hiresLakem lefogta a ferjemet en meg lecsaptam a fejetDe nem igaz, en artatlan vagyokNem tudom mert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettemProbaltam a rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek megBut did you do it?Uh uh, not guiltyMy sister, Veronica and I had this double actAnd my husband, Charlie traveled around with usWith the last number in our actWe did 20 acrobatic tricks in our worldOne two three four five, splits, spread eaglesFlip flops, back flips, one right after the otherWell, this one night we were in CiceroThe three of us, we were in this hotel roomBoozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of iceSo I went out to get someI come back, open the doorThere's Veronica and CharlieDoing number seventeen, the spread eagleWell, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked outI can't remember a thing, it wasn't until laterWhen I was washing the blood off my handsI even knew they were deadThey had it coming, they had it comingThey had it coming all alongI didn't do it, inspite if I'd done itHow could you tell me that I was wrong?I loved Alvin Lipschitz, he was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a painterBut he was always trying to find himselfHe go out every night looking for himselfAnd on the way, he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and IrvingI guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differencesHe saw himself as alive and I saw him deadThe dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bumThe dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bumThey had it comin', they had it comin'They had it comin' all along'Cause if they used us and they abused usHow could they tell us that we were wrong?He had it coming, he had it comingHe only had himself to blameIf you'd have been there, if you'd have seen itI betcha you would have done the sameYou pop that gum one more timeSingle my assTen timesMiert csukott Uncle Sam bortonbeNumber seventeen, the spread eagleArtistic differencesI betcha you would have done the same
