Pants

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was suckin' my thumb But push came to shove When I fell in love with my baby Yeah, my baby Well, you could say she's over bearin' In fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearin' And I can't go fishin' Without her permission, but I ain't complainin' We 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 as 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've got more honey-do's than a 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 as 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 Well, I get a whole lot of flak 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 as long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her Yeah, long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her