The Bobs at the Metropolitan Room in Manhattan on June 13, 2008.
This one is a hilarious take on what it's like to reach for a ringing cell-phone trapped in the pocket of extremely tight pants.
It's made all the more hilarious when Dan Schumacher opens the song with the leitmotif from Herbie Hancock's "Rockit" (mentioned in the song).
Again, since the sound quality's so bad, I've included the lyrics below:
I know someone is calling, I recognize the tone
I hear my baby wailing, but I can't reach my phone
My ringtone's Herbie's "Rockit'" My phone is in my pocket...
I'm wearing stovepipe denim, my phone is buried in 'em
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
The Tight Pants Tango - a most awkward thing
as I squirm and hop around and wiggle
trying to answer that pesky ring
The tight pants tango - it's not like ballet
not even Argentines or Gregory Hines
could make me move this way
I'm at the the Lincoln Tunnel, I'm at the Golden Gate
I'm coining at the tollbooth, I'm running really late
I know just where the phone is, I know how long the tone is
midway through spastic leaping, there goes the voicemail beeping
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
The Tight Pants Tango - a most awkward thing
as I squirm and hop around and wiggle
trying to answer that stupid ring
The tight pants tango - it's not like ballet
not even Argentines or Balanchines
could make me move this way
Hey Herbie, watch me gyrate
Now that I'm set to "vibrate"
The Tight Pants Tango - a most awkward dance
as I squirm and hop around and wiggle
trying to get my hand in my pants
The tight pants tango - la la la, Olé
not even Argentines or Ben Vereen
could make me move this way
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