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 salivate 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