They say I should stop before my bank's drained dry
Look straight past the sheer joy that I always find
With a new pair of denim covers for my thighs
For just two legs, you think my pants count is too high
Ooh-ooh, I see you, see you, see you roll your eyes
And oh my, I-I, I don't know why
You, you hate me, hate me, hate me for my style
Say I'm addicted to new pants, like that's a crime

Want no new pants for me, pants for me, pants for me, oh-oh-oh
No more new jeans, gonna steer me far away from any store
You're so rude to me, rude to me, rude to me, ayy-ayy-ayy
Not like they're drugs, I think you've gone too far, okay

Sure, my trousers drawer is deeper than it's wide
Got a pair for ev'ry minute of my life
I'm still no junkie but for pants, that's such a lie
If I have sev'ral thousand pants here, that's my right
Ooh-ooh, I see you, see you, see you strike that light (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And oh my, I-I, I don't know why
You, you hate me, hate me, hate me for my style (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
But to incinerate my pants? That's crossed a line

Want no new pants for me, pants for me, pants for me, oh-oh-oh
No more capris or whatever label is in ev'ry store
You're so rude to me, rude to me, rude to me, ayy-ayy-ayy
It's not a "hoard", they're just some spares in case of stains
No new pants for me, pants for me, pants for me, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Because you see something dangerous in how I clean out stores
You're so rude to me, rude to me, rude to me, ayy-ayy-ayy
See fit to punch me when my steps go Target's way

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (you are such a pain, you should really stay)
Right the hell away (whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (put down that small flame, my trousers will stay)
What's your problem (ooh-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)?

No new pants for me, pants for me, pants for me, oh-oh-oh
You say I need six or seven pairs, the same again for shorts?
You're so rude to me, rude to me, rude to me, ayy-ayy-ayy
That's not enough, I don't have each style in all shades
No new pants for me, pants for me, pants for me, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Do you see me making fun of you for all your boogie boards?
You're so rude to me, rude to me, rude to me, ayy-ayy-ayy (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I may have one pair 'round your neck, still, douse that flame
Douse that flame