Until you've spoken with the man
You don't know how he sounds
You don't know if his voice is deep
Won't know 'til he expounds
When he just won't speak, suspicions abound
Until you've spoken with the man
You don't know how he sounds

But once he's found a woman's heart
It's time to move ahead
Heaven opens up the door
Where angels fear to tread
Some men blame helium; some men don't know
Some men just open their mouths
Others that risk forego

But oh, blame it on the tight pants
Ooh, shame on Fruit o'the Loom

(Piano solo)

Speak when chipmunks are around
There's comfort in that crowd
Oooh, shame on Fruit o'the loom
Strangers when they hear that sound
Laughing right out loud
Hey- don't speak so loudly, perhaps they won't know
Until you've spoken with the man
You don't know his vocal woes

But oh, blame it on the tight pants
Ooh, shame on Fruit o'the Loom
But oh, blame it on the tight pants