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