[G7]Ohhh . . .
I [C]spied a lovely maiden, a [F]fullsome [G]comely [C]wench
But [F]every time she took a step, there [G7]rose a noisy stench!
My [F]fantasies of love so bold, of [C]passionate ro-[G]mance . . .
Ex-[C]tinguished by her [F]sneaky [C]squeaky [G]creaky [C]pants.
[G7]Ohhh . . .
Her [C]pantaloons all shiny black as [F]tight as [G]they could [C]be
Her [F]figure oh so feminine ap-[G7]pealed perfectly!
Though [F]all her curvy pieces were [C]pleasing to the [G]glance . . .
Her [C]sashay was a ca-[F]cophony of [C]sneaky [G]squeaky [C]pants
[C7]Ohhh . . .
Her [F]sneaky, squeaky, creaky pants, Oh [C]cursed pantaloons . . .
Her [F]loveliness twas obscured by [G]all the noisy [G7]gloom . . .
Though [F]everything I saw did [C]make my heart to [G]swell . . .
[C]Her allures were [F]nullified by [C]sneaky [G]squeaky [C]knell . . . [G] . . .
[G7]Ohhh . . .
From [C]bellybutton up to top she [F]was a [G]sailor's [C]dream
But [F]every time her hips a-swayed her [G7]pants did scream
Like [F]rats within a dungeon and [C]banshees all a-[G]shriek . . .
The [C]sound oh so [F]hideous a [C]sneaky [G]squeaky [C]creak.
[G7]Ohhh . . .
[C]Sneaky squeaky pantaloons, O, [F]dreaded fashion [C]scourge
Oh, [F]tacky cheap, nasty vile, af-[G7]fliction to be purged
Woe [F]unto all who wear the pant, the [C]pant that dares to [G]speak . . .
Your [C]nights shall all be [F]lonely, your [C]future [G]surely [C]bleak.
[C7]Ohhh . . .
Her [F]sneaky squeaky pantaloons,[C]gruesome sounds to bear . . .
The [F]Naugahyde around her thighs, of-[G]fensive to the [G7]ear . . . .
Oh, [F]torturous loathsome garb, from [C]belly down to [G]cuff . . .
[C]Peel 'em off, [F]double quick, 'tis [C]better [G]in the [C]buff! . . . [G] . . .
[G7]Ohhh . . .
The [C]maiden did she doff the pant, the [F]pant that [G]squeaketh [C]sure
What [F]happened next I cannot tell, e-[G7]vents are all a blur
Ap-[F]parently we fell in love, we [C]dared to take a [G]chance . . .
[C]Life is so much [F]better now, no [C]sneaky [G]squeaky [C]pants!
[G7]Ohh . . .
No [C]sneaky squeaky pants (hooray!), no [F]gruesome [G]britches [C]now
No [F]Naugahyde around her thighs, no [G7]squeaky is allowed
Her [F]beauty and intelligence im-[C]possible to re-[G]sist . . .
That [C]lovely maiden and [F]I have [C]found do-[G]mestic [C]bliss!
[C7]Ohhh . . .
No [F]sneaky squeaky pantaloons,[C]gruesome sounds to bear . . .
No [F]Naugahyde around her thighs, of-[G]fensive to the [G7]ear . . .
No, [F]torturous loathsome garb, from [C]belly down to [G]cuff . . .
She [C]peeled 'em off, [F]double quick, twas [C]better [G]in the [C]buff!