My Baby Makes His Blue Jeans Talk

Starsky and his blue jeans.

They’re so tight
They make you talk
like you’re Mickey Mouse
They’re so tight
They make you “swagger” instead of walk
But at your place your lover is waiting
to free you of the ever tight fit jeans
and helps you get your blood running again
using some unconventional means
Exhausted you lay trembling
Happy to be released
of the load you were carrying
inside those tight fit jeans
The next day you’ll put them on again
It feels so heavenly right
to be wearing faded blue jeans
that are so deliciously tight
Just because you get a kick out of every time your lover
has to unzip your blue jeans’ fly