[Intro]
Uh—hold up, what was that?
Tiny feet, big attitude
[Verse 1]
I heard a rustle by the old oak tree
Three little bandits tryna bargain with me
One got a grin, one got a plan
One keeps tapping like a tiny drum man
They point at my snack like, “Hand that over”
I say, “Back up, bushy-tailed rover”
But when they start that shuffle in a line
I crack up laughing every single time
[Pre-Chorus]
They’re making a scene, they’re raising the stakes
Little masked hustlers with the cutest mistakes
I should run ’em off, but I’m stuck in the fuss
They’re fighting for my nuts—and I kinda like it, nuts!
[Chorus]
Squirrels in my pants, what a wild situation
Fighting for my nuts like a tiny occupation
Squirrels in my pants, everybody make a fuss
They’re scrambling, I’m laughing—yeah, I kinda like it, nuts!
[Verse 2]
One tries to hide in the pocket seam
One’s doing parkour like a woodland dream
One found a cracker, now he thinks he’s king
Waving both paws like he runs the whole thing
I’m doing the two-step, trying not to trip
While a fuzzy little general commands the ship
Neighbors looking over like, “Is this for real?”
I say, “No clue, but the chaos has appeal”
[Bridge]
Left paw, right paw, everybody freeze
Tiny little tug-of-war beneath the trees
No harm, no foul, just a snack-time crush
A ridiculous riot with a peanut-rush
[Chorus]
Squirrels in my pants, what a wild situation
Fighting for my nuts like a tiny occupation
Squirrels in my pants, everybody make a fuss
They’re scrambling, I’m laughing—yeah, I kinda like it, nuts!
[Outro]
When the sun goes down, they scatter and dash
Leaving little pawprints and a pocket full of trash
Tomorrow they’ll return with the same bold strut
Squirrels in my pants—still fighting for my nuts!