Where'd You Get Those Pants

Where'd you get those pants?

Grabbin' flesh and moanin' like a

Buddist chant

Polyester friction rubbin' butt

Pedal pushers pumpin',

I can't get enough

Hip huggin' puts me in a trance

Lord have mercy

Ohhh, where'd you get those pants?

Where'd you get those pants?

Like honey stickin' to a jar attractin' ants

It makes me alivate when your chocolate shakes

So gimme double chili cheese and bacon cake

And throw me in a side of romance

Girl, where'd you get those pants

Hey foxy lady

This shiny silver sweaty shirt stuck to my skin

You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit

Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state

I'm in You really got me movin'

So let me get you groovin'

Where'd you get those pants

Let's hit the parking lot for a second glance

In the back seat of my

Cadillac, let's take a chance

Them ****** britches look so ****

Hittin' switches til it itches, let's lose control

Where'd you get those pants?

I can dig it

Where'd you get those pants?

Click like a camera flash

And them Spandex

Making me erect

Ahh, those daisy dukes

And take all his

Viagra The way they ridin' up the booty

The fit on the hip makes my backbone slip

Make an old man just get up and dance

The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve

You're messin' up my mind

Those silky thights they hypnotize

The fit on the hip makes it worth the trip

Thsoe silky thighs they hypnotize

The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve

You're messin' up my mind