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