I'm Sorry, Wang Chung

Take your jeans off of the shelf
And try to slip them on your self
Gasp as they slide o’er your butt,
And smile as the clasp buttons shut.
 
Now there’s no excuse,
With our pants all loose.
We feel good, by Zeus. 
When I, 
You and all of our friends, too
Could believe, do
Just what we had to.
Oh 
I said: Pants all loose now. 


Take your jeans all from the closet,
And marvel when you see they all fit.
And take your blue jeans from the drawer. 
Put ‘em on and dance some more
.
We would shake our caboose
With our Pants all loose 

We were through with body abuse. . . .
Cuz I, you and all of our friends, too
Could believe and do just what we had to. 

Oh 
I said: Pants all loose now.


Pants all loose.
 Pants all loose. Now.
Try some new jeans on for size.
They’re no longer squeezin’ on your thighs.
Cuz you don’t eat McD’s French fries
You’re doing good,

So good for you.
You’re doing good,
So good for you. 


And you’re doing good,

And good for you.

We were happy fools,
With our pants all loose.

We were layin’ off booze. . . . 

Yes, I 

You and all of our friends, too
Could believe and do just what we have to. 

Oh 
I said: “Pants all loose” now.

Pants all loose 
Love 
Pants all loose.
Pants all loose, now
Pants all loose.
Pants all loose, now.
Pants all loose.
. . .