Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J*** In My Pants, artist - The Lonely Island.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
J*** In My Pants |
Lock eyes from across the room |
Down my drink while the rhythms boom |
Take your hand and skip the names |
No need here for the silly games |
Make our way through the smoke and crowd |
The club is the sky and I’m on your cloud |
Move in close as the lasers fly |
Our bodies touch and the angels cry |
Leave this place go back to yours |
Our lips first touch outside your doors |
The whole night what we’ve got in store |
Whisper in my ear that you want some more |
And I |
Jizz in my pants |
This really never happens you can take my word |
I won’t apologise, that’s just absurd |
Mainly your fault from the way that you dance |
And now I |
Jizz in my pants |
Don’t tell your friends or I’ll say you’re a slut |
Plus it’s your fault, you were rubbing my butt |
I’m very sensitive, some would say that’s a plus |
Now I’ll go home and change |
I need a few things from the grocery |
Do things alone now mostly |
Left me heart-broken not lookin' for love |
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above |
The check-out counter and I saw a face |
My heart stood still so did time and space |
Never felt that I could feel real again |
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend |
She turned to me that’s when she said it |
Looked me dead in the face, asked, «Cash or credit?» |
And I |
Jizzed in my pants |
It’s perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me |
But we’re going to need a clean up on aisle 3 |
And now I’m posed in an awkward stance because I |
Jizzed in my pants |
To be fair you were flirting a lot |
Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot |
Please stop acting like you’re not impressed |
One more thing, I’m gonna pay by check |
Last week I saw a film |
As I recall it was a horror film |
Walked outside into the rain |
Checked my phone and saw you rang and I |
Jizzed in my pants |
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash |
Need to get away need to make a dash |
A song comes on that reminds me of you and I |
Jizz in my pants |
The next day my alarm goes off and I |
Jizz in my pants |
Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I |
Jizz in my pants |
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I |
Jizzed in my pants |
I just ate a grape and I |
Jizzed in my pants |
I went |
Jizzed in my pants |
OK, seriously you guys can we, OK? |
I jizz right in my pants every time you’re next to me |
And when we’re holding hands it’s like having sex to me |
You say I’m premature I just call it ecstasy |
I wear a rubber at all times it’s a necessity |
'Cause I |
Jizz in my pants |
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants, |
yes I jizz in my pants) |
Yes I jizz in my pants |
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants) |