Arse Huggin' Pants

(álbum: The Flight Of Wally Funk - 2001)

Yesterday I got so stressed
I heard there's people half undressed
Poor and sick no credit card
They can't afford the cover charge

How can I think once my butt starts to wriggle in time
All of my cares and my thoughts just go out of my mind
I hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs
I'm counting the calories

We've got to do something for all the poor
What we need now is an ambassador
We'll send them Kylie to teach them to dance
And maybe whip up some arse hugging pants
How can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time?
All of their cares and their thoughts just go out of their mind
They'll hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs
They're counting the calories

We should go out to the refugee camps
And turn them into hot discotheques
All of the people will then hear the call
All of the world under one mirror ball
How can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time?
All of their cares and their thoughts just go out of their mind
They'll hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs
They're counting the calories

Arse hugging pants
Put on arse hugging pants
Arse hugging pants
Put on arse hugging pants
Arse hugging pants
Put on arse hugging pants