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Well I've been a strong-willed son of a guna 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 woman's wish is my command Yeah 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 there's a new sheriff in town Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous 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 Long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her |