Brad Paisley The Pants song lyrics

Thirty-six, thirty-two, boot cut, with a skull ring

Grease-stained, bleach spots, and a hole in the knee

You say the man inside those Levi's don't take orders

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

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

A big old boy like you can probably bench 350

A little thing like her can barely lift the bar

Just wait 'til that woman has a headache

And she sits there with her legs crossed

Well, we'll see how strong you are

You wear the pants

Buddy, good for you

I'm so impressed

Yeah, 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

You wear the pants

She'll wear the skirt