boyzinwhitepants

So for Freddie you are fond-a
And maybe your name is Wanda
Who cares if them boys have to drive a Honda?
We Brown-Chicken-ers don’t want it at all
Unless we can see Paul
You can put on a bi-corn hat
But please don’t try to pose
Some people try to say they’re cuter
Sittin’ drooling at their ‘puter
And they’ll stuff it down your throat
And lead you like a goat
So Cosmo says Prinze is hot
Well, relatively not
‘Cause he don’t know head from halliard
Thinks it’s a mallard
To those People people in the magazines
They ain’t it, Miss thang
You miss the Indyboys in your 50
You authors missed out laddies
Some knucklehead tried to diss
‘Cause our boys ain’t on a list
Well I’m sorry our boys are hotter
And we’ll come up quick with some fodder
So ladies is the pants are white
Then don’t you try to fight
Dial 1-900-Gush-a-lot
And give us your HH thoughts,
Boyz in white pants
Boyz in white pants

Sailin’ down the Channel in those nice white pants
Sailin’ down the Channel in those nice white pants
Sailin’ down the Channel in those nice white pants
Sailin’ down the Channel in those nice white pants

SOME CHICK: Oh my God, Becky, look at those pants! They are *so* dumb
BECKY: He looks like one of those sailors from 1802. You know, who understands those sailors?
SOME CHICK: They only wear them because they have to. I mean, those pants they're so last century.
BECKY: I can't believe it. I mean, gross! Look, he's just so...blah!

LADY GUSH-A-LOT:
I like white pants and I cannot lie
You other sisters can't deny
That when an Indyboy struts those awesome pants and those blue eyes in your face you must GUSH
Wanna take 'em home even those those socks are stuffed
Love that queue he's wearin', I'm hooked and I can't stop starin'
Oh baby, I wanna sail with ya
And get your picture
My buddies say you're not hot
But those white pants, says me "I think not"
Ooh, freckles on you
You say you'll reef the who?
Those words, absurd, but still I'm sayin' "Word!"
I've seen H dancin', that Frog romancin'
She's dumb, plum, wanna throw 'er from the room
I'm tired of magazines sayin' Leo is the thing
But take the average girl and show her Jamie
Now Leo's Lame-ie
So girlies (yeah!) girlies (yeah)
You think Matt Damon's hot? (heck no!)
Don't take it, shake it
Gush 'bout Indyboys
Boyz in white pants

Boyz in white pants

I like 'em built, and big
And when I'm watchin’ HH I just can't help but drool, I'm actin' like an animal
Oh what a scandal
I'm gonna make some clones and name 'em
King of the Gutter Realm
I'm talkin' 'bout Ah-chie, 'cause he’s just one I love to watch-ie
I want some real heavy leads for all those Indy beauties
Tom C's in trouble, Sam's gonna burst his bubble
So I'm lookin' at Bond videos, Ioan is better at killin' them foes
You can have your heart throbs
I'll keep my men like Bob (Lindsay)
A word to the HH sisters, ya know I’m with ya, when others may hit ya
And I’m gonna be straight when I say Terence kicks
On the football field
Those guys make me feel
Like any problem, I can deal
‘Cause them boys will never quit it
when it comes to loyal-tay
‘Cause they’re strong, never wrong
And they’re gonna take the Spanish on
So ladies (yeah!) ladies (yeah)
Who cares if he’s got a Mercedes? (no!)
Just pop a tape, stay it out
Even Leo fans got to shout
Boyz in white pants
Boyz in white pants
(yeah baby…when it comes to sailors, Cosmo ain’t got nothin’ to do with my selection. Leo D, all them sorts? Only if I've got the plague…)