the blue cords that i gave you lying crumpled
on the floor
the shredded pieces of a t-shirt
as the minions start to claw
Dave's not as careful as he should have been
i might not dissagree 
but for the pleasure of the minions
the shirt gone to waste
should we've gone this far
and should we've gone this far

corduroy, the pants that made you
justifies the cords so worn through
threw them there and hate to see them waste away
corduroys, on like a rocket
shoved the hand into the pocket
only if you'd hate to see them waste away

the purposeful obsession
of the minions will reveal
the feather boas revidescent
as the pants mistress arrives
i'm just as delighted as i've always been
i might not disagree
but to the horror of all the minions
the pants start to fall apart
should we've gone this far
and should we've gone this far

corduroy the pants that made you
justifies the cords so worn through
threw them there and hate to see them waste away
corduroys on like a rocket 
shoved the hand into the pocket
only if you'd hate to see them waste away

you're a minion and that's alright
so let dave's deep blue corduroys cover you in warmth
and if he's cold it makes him hot
and he will shiver and freeze to death
beneath the evening sky
and should we've gone this far

corduroy the pants that made you 
justifies the cords so worn through
threw them there and hate to see them waste away
corduroys, on like a rocket
shoved the hand into the pocket
only if you'd hate to see them waste away