Tight Pocket Showdown

(hahaha) Yeah, Luke, check the seams,

man

Can you even sit down?

Walking down the pavement looking rigid as a post

Acting like the heavyweight who struts from coast to coast Denim painted

on you like you dipped it in a can Stretching every fiber

just to prove that you're the man Got your hands jammed in

your pockets trying hard to mask the squeeze Every single step you

take is locking up your knees (damn)

Luke, your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

(they just walk on by) Luke,

your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

Saw you try to pick a quarter up off of the floor

Bending at the ankles 'cause you couldn't do no more

Circulation cutting out, your calves are turning blue

Everybody snickering at what you're trying to do Got the zipper screaming

mercy, button under stress Thinking that you're killing it in that ridiculous

dress code

(oof,

watch out)

Luke, your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

(nah,

not a second glance) Luke,

your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

Nobody's impressed when you're waddling around Looking like a penguin trying to

cover solid ground Give the denim back to the kid on the

rack Take a deep breath before the threads just crack (snap!)

Luke, your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

(they just shake their heads) Luke,

your massive dong doesn't save you from your super tight pants

All the girls look,

but they don't even stare

Just buy a relaxed fit next time,

Luke

Seriously, man (hahaha)