These Are Not My Pants

==Salsa==
I, I love my pantolons
They fit me oh so tight
They make me smile with delight
Do you like Fiver Iron Frenzy
Singing about the pants
Its kinda silly
It brings on romance
Thank you for this little listen
==Gospel-like==
Well, I'll never forget when I saw you standing there, wearing pants
You were all alone, and i thought to myself
"Man i wish i had those pants"
But the problem was...Those werent my pants
I don't know whose pants they are, but I want them
I only know that I want them
So why don't you come over here and rock, baby
Oh hold on to me tight, baby oh yea,
And keep wearing those pants cause...
I love you
==Country==
These are not my pants
I don't know whose they are,
They smell a lot like bobby's
Cause he likes to fart
These are not my pants
How did they get in here
And I'm fillin up with fear
Cause these are not my pants
Thank you all for being at the Grand Ol' Opera tonite
==Metal==
These are not my pants
Whose pants are they anyway?
These are not my pants
Whose pants are they anyway?
Are they Bobby's or Timmy's or Billy's pants
no noooo...
These are not my pants
Are you listening
To what i say
==Jazz==
Pants
I'm a talk about my pants now
I got my pants on, and I'm chillin
But they arent my pants
These are not my pants, that's what i got to say
i aint wearin no pants
i got billy bobby jerry philly dilly ooo chili mmm pants ooo
little bit of ooo ah my pants
whose pants are these
theyre not my pants
theyre not your pants
theyre not billys pants
or bobbys or timmys
whats goin on whose pants
oh you pick out my pants now
thats what im trying to say oh mmmm
*weird blat noise*
thats what im tryin to say,
y'all dont step this way
When i got my pants...on, yea
==Reggae==
C'mon people now this is the time
To unite under the revolution of the pants
Right now is the time
Now who holds the pants
And whose are these pants
Will we ever find a home for the pants
C'mon now
Unite under the revolution of the pants, yes
Right now
==Polka==
These are not my pants
These are not my pants
These are not my pants
Bobby...BOBBY
Bobbys pants
These are not my, PANTS!
==Rap==
*beep*
Check one check *beep*
Uh, yo bobby and billy
You out *beep* wassup
Yo me and bobby we was walking down the *beep*
Yo we didnt have nothing to *beep*
We had our pants on but, yo these ain't my pants
Uh um, get em off me now *beep* um
Tight oh they so tight i *beep* in my *beep*
Ouch oowe owwe ee *beep*
Uh Billy Timmy? Uh, hello there?
Yea, cause we in a street*beep*
Unh, talkin' about the Bobbys and the Billys out there
And they tight pants on
And y'all should loosen *beep*saying? Loosen em up *beep*
You know what i'm sayin?
Heh, werd up wassup *beep*
YEA!! HUU*beep*UUH!! WUSSUU*beep*
Hey wassup this is Bobby and Billy *beep* *beep* oh *beep**beep**beep*
Wassup [i dunno what he says he at all] *beep* *beep* ... *beep*