[Verse 1:] Come away with me. Let's journey to a land where men are men. (Sham on) And I wish that this all was a dream. Those skinny jeans. How do you get your balls in them things? And the day that my son should want a pair. That's gonna be the same day that I put a gun to my head. And why would you want your booty to stick out? Just be glad you're not in jail. (Sham on) [Chorus:] You are gay to me. And that's ok to me. But I still hate your pants. You're a f*g to me. Long as you're happy, B. But that don't mean I have to like your pants. [Verse 2:] Where did you buy those things? Are those designer jeans? Cause I haven't seen them at Saks. (Sham on) And I wish that this all was a dream. You got a crotch like a Ken doll in them jeans. And there's no way I should be able to see the imprint of your knees. And them jeans make you look like you got big feet. And I wish that y'all would quit it with that dance. And I hope y'all go to hell. (Sham on) [Chorus:] You are gay to me. And that's ok to me. But I still hate your pants. You're a f*g to me. Long as you're happy, B. But that don't mean I have to like your pants. (Sham on)