Текст песни 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