Stretchy Pants Carrie Underwood

[Verse 1]
Time to celebrate the season, haven't eaten all day
My, my tummy is growling 'cause I've been saving up space
I've got my place at the table, can't fit no more on my plate
I've got my fork in my hand, ready to stuff my face

[Pre-Chorus]
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes (Oh)
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches (No, no)
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you (For you)
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round two

[Chorus]
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, strеtchy)
Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for mе
'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

[Verse 2]
Ask me where I got 'em, Amazon at my door
And if I wear this pair out, I'm gonna buy me some more
I got leftovers waiting in the fridge for repeating
Give me a nap and an hour, you know they gonna get eaten