Arse Huggin' Pants - Spiderbait

Yesterday i got so stressed

I heard there’s people half undressed;

Poor and sick no credit card

They can’t afford the cover charge;

How can i think once my butt starts to wriggle in time;

All of my cares and my thoughts just go out of my mind;

I hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs

I’m counting the calories

We’ve got to do something for all the poor;

What we need now is an ambassador;

We’ll send them Kylie to teach them to dance;

And maybe whip up some arse hugging pants;

How can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time?

All of their cares and their thoughts just go out of their mind;

They’ll hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs

They’re counting the calories

We should go out to the refugee camps;

And turn them into hot discotheques;

All of the people will then hear the call;

All of the world under one mirror ball;

How can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time?

All of their cares and their thoughts just go out of their mind;

They’ll hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs

They’re counting the calories

Arse huggin' pants

Put on arse huggin' pants

Arse huggin' pants

Put on arse huggin' pants

Arse huggin' pants

Put on arse huggin' pants