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MR. FANCY PANTS © Pat Flanakin
Music and Lyrics by Pat Flanakin


VERSE Fresh off the farm, he just got into town
Been working real hard, he can?t wait to get down
Drives his pickup truck into the parking lot He ain?t never picked up nothin
Couldn?t find a parking spot
Just a gold ?ol boy looking for some romance All the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants

VERSE When he walked into the bar
All the ladies heads turn
But they?re laughing at him He?ll never learn
Got his polka dot shirt on sale at Wal-Mart
Rattlesnake boots that glow in the dark Suspenders holding up his polyester slacks
All the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants

CHORUS He thinks he?s Beau Jangles
He can?t dance
He thinks he?s Casanova
There ain?t no chance
But he?s memorized some lines he heard works in France
All the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants

VERSE Out on the dance floor he?s all thumbs
He wants to two-step, but can only count to one
Like a bowling ball rolling down the alley toward the pins
He?s a gutter ball that just can?t win
With a streak of good luck he?s gonna strike it big
And all the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants

CHROUS - 2 X

VERSE Somehow a bad luck streak is gonna one day end
Same time next week he?ll do it all again
He drives his pickup truck out of the parking lot
He ain?t never picked up nothing, couldn?t find a parking spot
Just a good ?ol boy looking for some romance
All the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants

CHORUS

TAG Yea, all the ladies call him Mr. Fancy Pants