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
Ohhh, where'd you get those pants? Lord have mercy
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 Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state I'm in You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit 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 bitchy britches look so dope 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 The way they ridin' up the 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 thights they hypnotize You're messin' up my mind
The fit on the hip makes it worth the trip The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve Thsoe silky thighs they hypnotize You're messin' up my mind