Текст песни Pants

Well I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was suckin' my thumb But push came to shove When I fell in love with my baby Yeah my baby Well you could say she's overbearing Matter fact she picked out the clothes that I'm wearing And I can't go fishing Without her permission But I ain't complaining We've got an arrangement She can wear the pants She can run the show She can crack a whip Like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost She can snap and holler She can wear the pants Long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her She calls the shots Gives the orders Makes the plans That womans wish is my command And I'm telling you I got more honey-do's Than every fruit truck on 40 But I'll get 'em done shortly She can wear the pants She can run the show She can crack a whip Like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost She can snap and holler She can wear the pants Long as I can take 'em off her Well she can push me around But when the sun goes down Look out theres a new sherrif in town oh, oh, oh, ow Ahhh yeah That's what I'm talkin' about Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous 'Cause I get to explore What's under them drawers and they don't So hey, they can say what they want She can wear the pants She can run the show She can crack a whip Like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost She can snap and holler She can wear the pants Long as I can take 'em off her Oh oh oh Long as I can take 'em off her Oh yeah Long as I can take 'em off her Oh oh oh Long as I can take 'em off her