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Andrew Mendelson - Stretchy Pants Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Time to celebrate the season, haven't eaten all day
My, my tummy is growling 'cause I've been saving up space
I've got my place at the table, can't fit no more on my plate
I've got my fork in my hand, ready to stuff my face

[Pre-Chorus]
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes (Oh)
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches (No, no)
You got them skinny jeans on, girl, I feel sorry for you (For you)
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round two

[Chorus]
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, strеtchy)
Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for mе
'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

[Verse 2]
Ask me where I got 'em, Amazon at my door
And if I wear this pair out, I'm gonna buy me some more
I got leftovers waiting in the fridge for repeating
Give me a nap and an hour, you know they gonna get eaten
[Pre-Chorus]
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches
Can't get my skinny jeans on, but don't feel sorry for me
'Cause I just tried everything, and I'm going back for round three

[Chorus]
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)
Hey, Spandex and Lycra, you better work it for me
'Cause I'm about to expand this band of elasticity
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

[Bridge]
Fruitcake (I'll try it)
Ambrosia (I'll try it)
Aunt Bertha's 'nana pudding with a cherry on top
Cookies (I'll have some)
Oh, Gingerbread (Leave no crumbs)
Guzzle down some egg nog even though I'm 'bout to pop
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)

[Pre-Chorus]
So bring on the turkey, potatoes, casserole dishes
'Cause I ain't messing around with them buttoned up britches
And when you think that I'm done, and I'm laid out on the floor
No, no, no, don't let me fool ya, I got some room for some more
[Chorus 2]
With my stretchy pants on (Stretchy pants)
I got my stretchy pants on (Stretchy, stretchy)
Oh, oh, oh, my stretchy pants on (I got my stretchy pants)
Mmm, I got my stretchy pants on, y'all (Stretchy, stretchy)

[Outro]
Santa ain't got nothing on me