Hey Pants-away

(with a Bo Diddley beat)

Spy Boy slide up
Movin' smooth and slow
Tellin' you somethin'
You really ought to know
Big Chief gets angry
On Mardi Gras Day
If all the young women
Don't throw their pants away!

Hey! Hey hey! Hey pants-away!
Hey! Hey hey-yeah! Hey pants-away!

All the pretty girls
Up on the balcony
Take them panties off
Drop 'em down on me!
Spy Boy kick 'em up
With his big flat feet
Make it look like a snowstorm
All over Bourbon Street!

Hey! Hey hey...

My Granma thought
She was too damn old
Til she put on them panties
Purple, green and gold
My Granpa he say
That it just won't do
But she took 'em off anyway
And throwed her pants at you!

Sweet Isabelle Jolie
With the Uptown Crewe
Was a debutante virgin
She was tried and true
But come Fat Tuesday
She drank too much brew
Somebody took her panties
And she never knew!

Now the Big Chief he can't
Throw his underwear
'Cause he say he left 'em
On the kitchen chair
But me Spy Boy say
He ain't tellin' it right
He can't get off his jockies
'Cause the band too tight!

Me Spy Boy say
Listen what I said
Got to wear them panties?
Wear 'em on your head!
All the Wild Tchoupitoulas
Be singin' this song
Throw them pants away now
Be they jocks or thongs!

Hey! Hey hey! Hey pants-away!
Hey! Hey hey-yeah! Hey pants-away!