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)