LittleKuriboh - Leather Pants текст песни

Spoken:
Marik: Bakura! I know how we're going to defeat the Pharaoh once and for all!
Bakura: Let me guess--we're going to challenge him to a children's card game.
Marik: No! We are going to steal from him the source of his power, and then we will use it against him!
Bakura: His Millennium Puzzle?
Marik: Foolish fool! The Puzzle is not the source of his power! His power comes from his leather pants!
Bakura: Seriously?
Marik: Yes! Come, Bakura, let us attain his leather pants!
Bakura: I guess I had nothing better to do today.

Sung:
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Let's take his leather pants
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Let's take his leather pants

Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha
Mwa-ha, ha-ha-ha
La la, la-la-la
We want his leather pants

Ga ga, ra-ra-ra
Na na, fla-fla-fla
La la, cha-cha-cha
Take off his leather pants

I'm getting ready, my legs have been waxed
'Cause, when we get them, I am wearing your slacks
Right on my tush
Tush, tush, tush
Right on my tush

We want your trousers, your breeches, your chaps
No, you can't get these pants by shopping at Gap
Their service sucks
Sucks, sucks, sucks
It really sucks

You know that we want them
And you know that we need them
We want the pants,
Your leather pants!

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,
Him and me will take your leather pants!
Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,
Him and me will take your leather pants!

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Let's take his leather pants
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Give us the effing pants

Bla bla, bla-bla-bla
Ja ja, pa-pa-pa
Ya ya, mamma-mia
We want those leather pants

We don't want vinyl or chinos or briefs
I am a criminal and he is a thief
Plus we're both hot
Hot, hot, hot
We are quite sexy

Spoken:
Bakura: Marik, that doesn't rhyme.
Marik: Shut up, I am Lady Gaga!

Sung:
I have watched Psycho and I liked Vertigo
The Birds was okay--Ooh! I love Rear Window!
By Alfred Hitchcock
Cock, cock, cock
We love Hitchcock

Spoken:
Alfred Hitchcock: Good evening.

Sung:
You know that we want them
And you know that we need them
We want the pants,
Your leather pants!

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,
Him and me will take your leather pants! (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge, (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
Him and me will take your leather pants!

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
We want those leather pants
Nyoh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Let's steal his leather pants

Ta ta, ma-ma-ma
Ba ba, wa-wa-wa
Za za, va-va-va
Take off his leather pants

Ga ga, ra-ra-ra
Na na, fla-fla-fla
La la, cha-cha-cha
I like these silly voices

Wear, wear leather, baby
Work it, move your tush, it's sexy
Wear, wear leather, baby
Work it, move your tush, it's sexy
Wear, wear leather, baby
Work it, move your tush, it's sexy
Wear, wear leather, baby
Work it--
I'm an evil bitch, baby!

We want your pants, and we want our revenge
We want your pants, and we're really just friends!
Je voudrais son pantalon cuir
Son pantalon--why am I speaking French?
Why am I speaking French?
I don't want to be French!
We want your leather pants!
Take off your freaking pants!

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,
Him and me will take your leather pants! (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge, (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)
Him and me will take your leather pants!

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
We want the freaking pants
Let's get his leather pants
Let's take his leather pants
Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Take off those freaking pants
Remove his effing pants
Let's take his leather pants

Ha ha, ha-ha-ha
Mwa ha, ha-ha-ha
Ga ha, ha-ha-ha
We got the leather pants

Spoken:
Marik: At last! The source of the Pharaoh's power--his leather pants! They belong to me!
Bakura: You mean "us".
Marik: Don't be difficult, fluffy. Only one of us can wear the pants.
Bakura: Okay, Marik. Though I have to say, I had no idea you were this keen to get into the Pharaoh's pants.
Marik: You know, on second thoughts, you put them on.
Pharaoh: What in the name of Ra is going on? Why did you remove my trousers?
Marik: It's over, Pharaoh! Now we are the ones wearing the pants on this show!
Bakura: Yes, behold! Now the true source of your power is clamped tightly around my buttocks.
Pharaoh: What? Don't be absurd. My leather pants aren't the source of my power.
Marik: Wait, what, they're not? But it was so frigging obvious!
Pharaoh: No, no, no. I'm afraid my power comes from my leather shoes!
Marik: Nooo! This cannot be! There aren't even any Lady Gaga songs that rhyme with "shoes"! Curse you, Pharaoh!
Bakura: I really do like the pants.
Marik: Yes, they do look good on you.
Pharaoh: Can I have those back now?
Bakura: No.

Sung:
Can't beat my, can't beat my,
No, you can't beat my leather shoes
I have got some leather shoes

Can't beat my, can't beat my,
No, you can't beat my leather shoes
I have got some leather shoes

Le-le-le-leather shoes, le-le-leather shoes
I've got some shoes
Le-le-le-leather shoes, le-le-leather shoes
I've got some shoes