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Fishbone

Where'd You Get Those Pants

 

Where'd You Get Those Pants

(album: Fishbone And The Familyhood Nextperience Present: The Psychotic Friends Nuttwerx - 2000)


Where'd you get those pants?
Grabbing flesh and moaning like a Buddist chant
Polyester friction rubbing butt
Pedal pushers pumping, I can't get enough
Hip hugging puts me in a trance

Ohhh, 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 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 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 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 riding 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 messing 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 messing up my mind

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