There's a parody of the song called Leather Pants. Also the guy with beer has shorter beard than me.







spoken:

Marik: Bakura! I know how we're going to defeat the Pharaoh once and for all!

Bakura: Let me guess--we're going to challenge him to a children's card game.

Marik: No! We are going to steal from him the source of his power, and then we will use it against him!

Bakura: His Millennium Puzzle?

Marik: Foolish fool! The Puzzle is not the source of his power! His power comes from his leather pants!

Bakura: Seriously?

Marik: Yes! Come, Bakura, let us attain his leather pants!

Bakura: I guess I had nothing better to do today.



sung:

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Let's take his leather pants

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Let's take his leather pants



Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha

Mwa-ha, ha-ha-ha

La la, la-la-la

We want his leather pants



Ga ga, ra-ra-ra

Na na, fla-fla-fla

La la, cha-cha-cha

Take off his leather pants



I'm getting ready, my legs have been waxed

'Cause, when we get them, I am wearing your slacks

Right on my tush

Tush, tush, tush

Right on my tush



We want your trousers, your breeches, your chaps

No, you can't get these pants by shopping at Gap

Their service sucks

Sucks, sucks, sucks

It really sucks



You know that we want them

And you know that we need them

We want the pants,

Your leather pants!



Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,

Him and me will take your leather pants!

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,

Him and me will take your leather pants!



Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Let's take his leather pants

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Give us the effing pants



Bla bla, bla-bla-bla

Ja ja, pa-pa-pa

Ya ya, mamma-mia

We want those leather pants



We don't want vinyl or chinos or briefs

I am a criminal and he is a thief

Plus we're both hot

Hot, hot, hot

We are quite sexy



spoken:

Bakura: Marik, that doesn't rhyme.

Marik: Shut up, I am Lady Gaga!



sung:

I have watched Psycho and I liked Vertigo

The Birds was okay--Ooh! I love Rear Window!

By Alfred Hitchcock

Cock, cock, cock

We love Hitchcock



spoken:

Alfred Hitchcock: Good evening.



sung:

You know that we want them

And you know that we need them

We want the pants,

Your leather pants!



Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,

Him and me will take your leather pants! (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge, (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)

Him and me will take your leather pants!



Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

We want those leather pants

Nyoh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Let's steal his leather pants



Ta ta, ma-ma-ma

Ba ba, wa-wa-wa

Za za, va-va-va

Take off his leather pants



Ga ga, ra-ra-ra

Na na, fla-fla-fla

La la, cha-cha-cha

I like these silly voices



Wear, wear leather, baby

Work it, move your tush, it's sexy

Wear, wear leather, baby

Work it, move your tush, it's sexy

Wear, wear leather, baby

Work it, move your tush, it's sexy

Wear, wear leather, baby

Work it--

I'm an evil bitch, baby!



We want your pants, and we want our revenge

We want your pants, and we're really just friends!

Je voudrais son pantalon cuir

Son pantalon--why am I speaking French?

Why am I speaking French?

I don't want to be French!

We want your leather pants!

Take off your freaking pants!



Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge,

Him and me will take your leather pants! (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)

Me and Bakura, we will have our revenge, (oh-oh-oh, oh, oh)

Him and me will take your leather pants!



Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

We want the freaking pants

Let's get his leather pants

Let's take his leather pants

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Take off those freaking pants

Remove his effing pants

Let's take his leather pants



Ha ha, ha-ha-ha

Mwa ha, ha-ha-ha

Ga ha, ha-ha-ha

We got the leather pants



spoken:

Marik: At last! The source of the Pharaoh's power--his leather pants! They belong to me!

Bakura: You mean "us".

Marik: Don't be difficult, fluffy. Only one of us can wear the pants.

Bakura: Okay, Marik. Though I have to say, I had no idea you were this keen to get into the Pharaoh's pants.

Marik: You know, on second thoughts, you put them on.

Pharaoh: What in the name of Ra is going on? Why did you remove my trousers?

Marik: It's over, Pharaoh! Now we are the ones wearing the pants on this show!

Bakura: Yes, behold! Now the true source of your power is clamped tightly around my buttocks.

Pharaoh: What? Don't be absurd. My leather pants aren't the source of my power.

Marik: Wait, what, they're not? But it was so frigging obvious!

Pharaoh: No, no, no. I'm afraid my power comes from my leather shoes!

Marik: No! This cannot be! There aren't even any Lady Gaga songs that rhyme with "shoes"! Curse you, Pharaoh!

Bakura: I really do like the pants.

Marik: Yes, they do look good on you.

Pharaoh: Can I have those back now?

Bakura: No.



sung:

Can't beat my, can't beat my,

No, you can't beat my leather shoes

I have got some leather shoes



Can't beat my, can't beat my,

No, you can't beat my leather shoes

I have got some leather shoes



Le-le-le-leather shoes, le-le-leather shoes

I've got some shoes

Le-le-le-leather shoes, le-le-leather shoes

I've got some shoes







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