You got money in your pocket A shirt on your back You got a woman that loves you What more could you ask
Every time you open that mouth of yours Everyone runs for cover Moaning, complaining, ranting and raving I got five little words for you brother
Chorus Put your Man Pants on And quit your crying Put your Man Pants on And stop that whining Put your Man Pants on Tighten up your belt The Lord can’t help you unless you help yourself
You got two good arms And two good legs If you picked up the shovel You wouldn’t have to beg You’re a train wreck man Just waiting to happen You’re hitting the wall And missing in action Nothing gives you pleasure Like finding some pain It ain’t getting no better The more you complain
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Put your Man Pants On I’m calling your bluff Put your Man Pants on Because we’ve all heard enough Put your Man Pants on And look in the mirror Cause the man in the glass is the only one here
