The Pants

Thirty-six, thirty-two
Boot cut, with a skull ring
Grease-stains, bleach spots
And a hole in the knee

You say the man inside those Levi's don't take orders
And she'll just have to realize
You'll do as you damn well please

You wear the pants
Buddy, good for you
I'm so impressed
Yeah, whoopty-doo

You need to know
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt

In the top drawer of her dresser
There's some panties
Go try on that purple pair
With the lacy frill

With your big old thighs, I bet you can't get in 'em
And with that attitude of yours
Hell, I bet you never will

But you wear the pants
Buddy, good for you
I'm so impressed
Yeah, whoopty-doo

You need to know
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt
(And good luck)

A big old boy like you can probably bench 350
A little thing like her can barely lift the bar
Just wait until that woman has a headache

And she sits there with her legs crossed
We'll see how strong you are

You wear the pants
And buddy, good for you
We're so impressed
(Whoopty-doo)

You'll soon find out
That ain't how it works
It's not who wears the pants
It's who wears the skirt

(It's not who wears the pants) you wear the pants
(It's who wears the skirt)