Where'd You Get Those Pants - Fishbone

Where’d you get those pants?

Grabbin' flesh and moaning like a Buddhist chant

The friction of a polyester rubbing butt

Your pedal pushers pumping, I can’t get enough

Hip hugging puts me in a trance

Oh, where’d you get those pants?

Lord have mercy!

Where’d you get those pants?

Like honey sticking to a jar attracting ants

It makes me celebrate 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

Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state I’m in

You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit

And you really got me moving

So let me get you grooving

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 bitchy britches look so dope

Hitting switches, hopping ditches, let’s lose control

Where’d you get those pants?

I can dig it

(I can dig it)

Yea alright!

(I can dig it)

Woo, c’mon girl!

(I can dig it)

Oh damn… (Yea man!)

…camera flash (Yea man!)

And those Spandex (Rated X!)

Making me erect

Oh, those daisy dukes

The way they ridin' up your booty

Make an old man just get up and dance

And take all his Viagra

The fit on the hip makes my backbone slip

The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve

Those silky thighs they hypnotize

Messing up my mind