Lyrics to LEATHER PANTS

[Etsuko Abari]

LOL!








MARIK:
Bakura, I know how we’re going to defeat the Pharaoh once and for all.

YAMI 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!

YAMI BAKURA:
His millenium puzzle?

MARIK:
Foolish, fool! The puzzle is not the source of his power. His power comes from his leather pants!

YAMI BAKURA:
Seriously?

MARIK:
Yes! Come Bakura, let us attain his leather pants!

YAMI BAKURA:
I guess I had nothing better to do today.

MARIK:
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let’s take his leather pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let’s take his leather pants!


Ha ha
Ha ha ha
Mwuha
Ha ha ha
Da la
La la la
We want his leather pants!


GaGa
Rah rah rah
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
(Tush tush tush)
(Right on my tush)


Hey!


We want your trousers
Your breeches, your chaps
No, you can’t get these pants from shopping at Gap
Their service sucks
Sucks sucks sucks
It really sucks!
(Sucks sucks sucks)
(It really sucks)

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

MARIK:
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
Him and me will take your leather pants!



Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let’s take his leather pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Give us the effing pants!


Blah blah
Blah blah blah
Da da
Pa pa pa
Ya ya
Mama mia!
We want those leather pants!


We don’t want vinyl
Or chinos, or briefs
I am a criminal
And he is a thief
Cause we’re both hot
Hot hot hot
We are quite sexy

YAMI BAKURA:
Marik, that doesn’t rhyme!

MARIK:
Shut up! I am Lady GaGa!

MARIK:
I have watched Psycho
And I liked Vertigo
The Birds was ok
Ooo! I loved Rear Window
By Alfred Hitchock
Cock Cock Cock
We love Hitchcock
(Cock cock cock)
We love Hitchcock

HITCHCOCK:
Good evening!

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

MARIK:
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
Him and me will take your leather pants



Oh-oh-Whoa-ah-ho
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
We want those leather pants!
No-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
Let’s steal his leather pants!


Tah tah
Mah mah mah
Bah bah
Wah wah wah
Zah zah
Vah vah vah
Take off his leather pants!


Gah gah
Rah rah rah
Na Na
Flah Flah Flah
La la
Cha cha cha
I like these silly noises

MARIK: YAMI BAKURA:
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

MARIK:
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 friggin’ 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
Him and me will take your leather pants



Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We want the freaking pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let’s get his leather pants!
Let's take his leather pants


Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Take off those friggin pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Remove his effing pants!
Let’s take his leather pants


Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Mwuha
Ha ha ha
Ga ha
Ha ha ha
We got the leather pants!


At last the source of the Pharaoh’s power, his leather pants! They belong to me!

YAMI BAKURA:
You mean us?

MARIK:
Don’t be difficult, Fluffy. Only one of us can wear the pants.

YAMI BAKURA:
Ok, Marik. Though I have to say, I had no idea you were this keen to get into the Pharaoh’s pants.

MARIK:
You know what? On second thought, you put them on.

YAMI YUGI:
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!

YAMI BAKURA:
Yes, behold! Now the true source of your power is clamped tightly around my buttocks.

YAMI YUGI:
What? Don’t be absurd. My leather pants are not the source of my power.

MARIK:
Wait, what? They’re not? But it was so friggin' obvious!

YAMI YUGI:
No, no, no. I’m afraid my power comes from my leather shoes!

MARIK:
No! This cannot be! There aren’t even any Lady GaGa songs that rhymes with shoes! Curse you, Pharaoh!

YAMI BAKURA:
I really do like the pants.

MARIK:
Yes, they do look good on you.

YAMI YUGI:
Can I have those back now?

YAMI BAKURA:
No.

YAMI YUGI:
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