Where Are My Pants?
The smell of beer, dope and sex
Fucked up house, it's not mine,
Couldn't care less (couldn't care less)
Hear wasted partypeople wakin up
Naked girls are still drunk and don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
Leave like I am, still dizzy from last night
A three mile walk home is what I really dislike
Walkin straight is a fight and on my wiener
I can feel wind and daylight
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Everybody can see my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Walk the streets as god created me
No money I ask passers-by for pants for free (pants for free)
Disturbed they try hard to ignore my dong
I have BPS, so fuckin thick and long
(You wanna try? I know you gonna love it)
But the cops don't think I should walk
Through the streets, so they talk
To me cause they wanna know, one thing though
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
They take me down, they don't like my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?!
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants
Where are my fucking pants?
Pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants
Where are my fucking pants?
Excuse me sir, I have a question if you don't mind
Cause here you definitely cross a line
I'm not prude, but I really, really can't let you go on like this
So please would you tell me
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
They take me down, they don't like my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my fucking pants?
Fucked up house, it's not mine,
Couldn't care less (couldn't care less)
Hear wasted partypeople wakin up
Naked girls are still drunk and don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
Leave like I am, still dizzy from last night
A three mile walk home is what I really dislike
Walkin straight is a fight and on my wiener
I can feel wind and daylight
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Everybody can see my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Walk the streets as god created me
No money I ask passers-by for pants for free (pants for free)
Disturbed they try hard to ignore my dong
I have BPS, so fuckin thick and long
(You wanna try? I know you gonna love it)
But the cops don't think I should walk
Through the streets, so they talk
To me cause they wanna know, one thing though
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
They take me down, they don't like my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?!
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Where are my pants? Where are my pants?
Pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants
Where are my fucking pants?
Pants, pants, pants, pants, pants, pants
Where are my fucking pants?
Excuse me sir, I have a question if you don't mind
Cause here you definitely cross a line
I'm not prude, but I really, really can't let you go on like this
So please would you tell me
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
Neighbours acting like I have a gun in my hands
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are your pants? Where are your pants?
They take me down, they don't like my lance
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Cause the big question is, where are my pants?
Where are my pants?
Where are my fucking pants?
Credits
Writer(s): Amon Horngacher
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