mr. underwear inspector number twelve

bud light presents real american heroes
(real american heroes)
today we salute you, mr. underwear inspector number twelve
(mr. underwear inspector number twelve)
wether it be tighty whiteys, or banana hammocks, you're the one who makes sure our skivvies cut the mustard
(ridin high)
you make sure the door is fastened with secure seams, so that the cow doesn't get out of the barn when it shouldn't
(don't let it out)
dedicating yourself to a craft others might pou pou, you can pass every single man on the street and say with pride, "you there, you're wearing my underpants, and no, i don't want them back."
so crack open an ice cold bud light eagle eyes, because we're all glad you've got your hands in our shorts
(change em every day)