Where'd You Get Those Pants

Where'd you get those pants? Grabbin' flesh and moanin' like a Buddist chant Polyester friction rubbin' butt Pedal pushers pumpin', I can't get enough Hip huggin' puts me in a trance Lord have mercy Ohhh, where'd you get those pants? Where'd you get those pants? Like honey stickin' to a jar attractin' 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 You give my brand new pants a brand new happy fit Reveals the hot and helpless hungry state I'm in You really got me movin' So let me get you groovin' 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 Hittin' 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 And take all his Viagra The way they ridin' up the booty The fit on the hip makes my backbone slip Make an old man just get up and dance The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve You're messin' up my mind Those silky thights they hypnotize The fit on the hip makes it worth the trip those silky thighs they hypnotize The slope of the curve hits the rawest nerve You're messin' up my mind