Cowboy Derriere

You can see 'em standin' in a crowd
By the mens' restroom sign.
It's not the fellas, but the ladies
That's standin' in a line...
Waitin' for the next pair of tight blue jeans,
They all stand back and stare.
They say, "It ain't no sin,
You see, square is in!
I like a cowboy derriere!"

'Cause it ain't romance, but what's in the pants
That drive the women plum insane.
They smile ear to ear when they see that rear,
And they play the rating game.
Well, one to ten, a-who's gonna win?
They say, "Honey, it could be you,
And if you let me pinch ya more than an inch,
I might let ya pinch me, too."

Well, the cowboys like to strut their stuff
When they walk into a bar.
You can see 'em shakin' it on the stage
When they're playin' their old guitar.
And I know that there ain't nothin on heaven or earth
That a woman just won't do
To get her way, and hear a cowboy say,
"Little mama, this butt's for you."

Because it ain't romance, but what's in the pants
That drive the women plum insane.
They smile ear to ear when they see that rear
And they play the rating game.
Well one to ten, a-who's gonna win?
They say, "Honey, it could be you,
And if you let me pinch ya more than an inch,
I might let ya pinch me, too."

They say, "Now, bend down, turn around,
I'm too hot to make a sound.
You make me crazy when you walk,
You make me crazy when you talk.
You know what really drives me nuts
Are Wrangler Jeans on cowboy butts,
And Levi's that are painted on,
Come on, don't make me wait too long
To ask me if you want to dance,
'Cause boy, you've got me in a trance,
And you know that I don't mean maybe,
Come on, come on, come on baby!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Uh... huh...