I’ve got these Levi blues
I’m keeping on my shoes
White socks and a tee shirt too
But part of me is still in the nude
One pair of boxer shorts
Lying on the floor
One pair of Fruit of the Loom
That I never will use
You wanna hang free
It’s easy
Just gotta throw out your skivvies
And take all your best pants and wear them
With nothing underneath
I’m not wearing underpants
I’m not wearing under, I’ll use my hands
I’m not wearing underpants
Something about the way the air feels on my boys
I love the shape I take from underneath my corduroys
I’ll tell you where to go and it might be hard to find
You never will explore my dresser drawer and find my Hanes inside it You wanna hang free, I’ve got it Just put your hand in my pocket
And grab a hold of my rocket
We’re about to fly away
I’m not wearing underpants
I’m not wearing under, I’ll use my hands
I’m not wearing underpants