Well I've been a strong-willed son of a gun
Ever since I was suckin' 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 womans wish is my command
And 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 theres a new sherrif in town
oh, oh, oh, ow
Ahhh yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about
Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas
But I reckon that they're just jealous
'Cause I get to explore
What's under them drawers and they don't
So hey, they can say what they want
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
Oh oh oh
Long as I can take 'em off her
Oh yeah
Long as I can take 'em off her
Oh oh oh
Long as I can take 'em off her
