A burning sensation’s in my pants
Hotter than the third degree and the sting of red ants
The flames inside my pants are making me dance
I’m burning thermally, I’m not sure how all this began

Ohhhh oh oh oh ow!
I beg you call 9-1-1
Or get a water gun
Ohhh oh oh oh ow!
I told the full truth, I swear
And now I’m getting scared

My pants are on fire
My pants are on fire
I am not a liar
My pants are on fire

My pants are turning into coal
Darker than a patch of Skoal
And deeper than a black hole
The denim gods up above are all pissy
They said, “Look here, Missy,
You’ve no business getting tipsy!”

Ohhh oh oh oh ow!
I partied it up last night
And got into a fight
Ohhh oh oh oh ow!
Slipped into hot firewood
And it didn’t feel good

My pants are on fire
My pants are on fire
I’m shouting in ire
My pants are on fire

Everybody stares as I run by
‘Cause they can see the flame that’s on my thighs
I caught somebody with their phone out
They recorded me, I have no doubt to
Have something to talk about
Oh, how I wanna knock ‘em out, knock ‘em out

My pants are on fire
My pants are on fire
This is getting dire
My pants are on fire

Oh, oh, oh, oh owwww oh oh oh owww oh oh oh owwww!
Oh, oh, oh, oh owwww oh oh oh owww oh oh oh owwww!
Oh, oh, oh, oh owwww oh oh oh owww oh oh oh owwww!
Oh, oh, oh, oh owwww oh oh oh owww oh oh oh owwww!

A burning sensation’s in my pants