Pants

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was sucking 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 woman's wish is my command Yeah, 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, there's a new sheriff in town Oh, oh, oh, ow Ah, yeah That's what I'm talkin' about Ooh, yeah Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous 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 Oh yeah, long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her