I Wanna Be Your Pants

I wanna be your pants
I wanna be your doors
I wanna be your little golden halo in the after life
I wanna be your teeth
I wanna be your dad
I wanna be your little golden halo in the afterlife
Maybe we could see a movie
The kind they used to show at movies
Ooh ooh
Take aim Kemo-Sabes
We’re never gonna make it
We’re never going to shoot it down
Be grown about it
Smile at the babies
I wanna be your pants
I wanna be your Shaggs
I wanna be your pal
I wanna be your universal meeting in the afterlife
We’ll pretend we’re Aldo Nova and
Exit the building in ajet-pack
Ooh ooh