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Antsy Pants


Fancy pants
Fancy pants
Fancy pants

Fancy pants
Fancy pants
Fancy pants
You know what I say to your hot pants? 
Say what? 
Say get on down, ah ha ha... 

I'm in shippin', if you're receivin' 
'Cause what I see I
One-two 
One-two-three uh! 

Hot pants, hey hot pants uh! Smokin' 
Hot pants, smokin' that, hot pants 

That's where it's at a-that's where
One two
One two three

Hot pants, hey hot pants, no
Hot pants, smokin' that hot pants
That's where it's at
And that's where it's at

Take your fine
One-two one-two-three uh! 
Hot pants, hey hot pants uh! smokin' 
Hot pants, smokin' that, hot pants 

That's where its at a-that's where its
he's wearing velvet pants
He's got a nice body, he's wearing velvet pants
He's got a nice body, he's wearing velvet pants
He's got a nice body, he's
if your getting confused 
remember pants first and then shoes
except when your getting undressed
shoes first and then pants
One-two one-two-three uh! 
Hot pants, hey hot pants uh! smokin' 
Hot pants, smokin' that-hot pants 

That's where its at a-that's where its
I 
Don't want to change my pants
Not gonna change my pants
I'll never change...

I'm on fire tonight
My pants are fitting right
Gonna rock &
Better get ready better get steady
Better get set to go
Here she comes
That's 'Fancy Pants'
She's the slickest
She's the quickest chick
You'll
It's public humiliation
It's not something that I fear
Always attract attention,
I can't see why
My pants keep falling down
(Aw me fuckin' pants
Chances are your pants are not as fancy ad the pair
Of very fancy pants that Mr. Fancy Pants will wear
When everybody's marching in the Fancy Pants
I put my dolly's dress on
And she looks like this
I put my dolly's pants on
And she looks like this
I put my dolly's hat on
And she looks like this
Gonna take off my pants [Repeat: x4]

And your mama can't stop me 
And your papa can't stop me 
And the police can't stop me 
No one can stop me
Blue Balls
Blue balls
Its dollar night at the titty-club
See Them Dance
On My Pants
Soon it will be Bathroom Time
My favourite shirt:
Lime green fitted blouse with rounded collar and puce cuffs, only to be worn with khaki pants and suede pumps.
Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty bulbs

Your pants fall to the ground
They're filled with guilty rocks, guilty rocks
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
and strong
But Sam, you made the pants too long
You made the teak lapel look so swell
Who am I to say that you're wrong?    
But Sam, you made the pants
On Preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash
That's falling down your pants

And then you sadly wonder
Does
That mean old casino
Clean my pants and hold 'em out to dry
Drown the town of Reno
Leave the lights on,
Let 'em die
Don't get your
Don't get your - Into the zip
Don't get your - Into the zip
Don't get your - Into the zip of your pants
Don't get your - Into the zip
you feel like this!
If you feel like this!

'Cause I can't dance,
I can't dance,
I got ants in my pants,
Got ants in my pants,

Now, I can't
The tent so big  [Repeats]

I see something in your pants that can't be real 
Don't hold back, baby, tell me what's the deal 
I gotta move in
You made the coat and vest
Should fit me the best.
You sewed the buttons strong.
But Sam, you made the pants too long.

Far from the Bronx I

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