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