Love the feelin', I'm back in my pants
Protectin' my pins from the cold winter's harsh blast
Back in my jeans, won't see my parts
My pants, where I should've been in at the start

How the hell they were lost is quite beyond me
My pants not on chair-back? Bullcrap! Also not flat on the floor? Geez
Can't be laid to dry, man, cause it's not the time for that job, see
They were lost, that isn't good, man, had places to be, hate it

Oh yeah, I don't want
To feel the cold chill, don't want that at all, hate it
Oh yeah, I don't want
To constantly deal with chills on my balls, that's not on

Back on my ass, collect my thoughts for a moment
Scratchin' my head, make those synapses meet
"Hang on, since my pants were not protectin' my willy
My ass was, maybe, displayed to all my friends", that's kinda awkward

Oh yeah, I don't want
To show off my bits, not proud of my junk
Oh yeah, I said I don't want
To be forced to skip my job for jail, sucks

Least my pants are on, eat that, cold
I love both how it hugs and hangs in folds
Took the day for me to find 'em, at last
Officer, I wasn't nude, still had my underpants

Oh yeah, I don't want
More damn time with zilch here to hide my bot
Oh yeah, that's what I don't want
Is bail a high bill? I really hope not

I love the feelin', I'm back in my pants
Cop's bein' a dick 'bout just-hid nads