I'm not wearing any panties
I'm not wearing any cacks
I like the feeling when my winky
Rubs the inside of my slacks
I get a total sense of freedom
Liberation down below
Knowing that there's just one layer
Preventing my privates being on show
I'm not wearing any Y-fronts
I'm not wearing any briefs
I like the feeling as the fresh air
Rushes round my underneath
I like the way my privates wangle
I like the way my ball bag's hang
So, come on, leave your pants at home
And go commando with Kunt and the Gang
Let's go commando
See if we can start a trend
Let's go commando
See the shape of my bell end
Let's go commando
Come on, ditch your underwear
Let's go commando
Feel the wind through your pubic hair
I'm not wearing any undies
I'm not wearing any smalls
There's one thin layer of material
Between you and my cock and balls
I don't care if you don't approve
Just see the outline of my plum
Must put my trousers in the wash
They're starting to smell of bum
I'm not wearing any boxers
I'm not wearing any drawers
All we do is just unzip them
And then mine can be touching yours
Come on chaps and come on girls
When it feels this right it can't be wrong
Everyone should go commando
(Unless of course you're blobbing on)
Let's go commando
See if we can start a trend
Let's go commando
See the shape of my bell end
Let's go commando
Come on, ditch your underwear
Let's go commando
Feel the wind through your pubic hair
Let's go commando
Come on, give it a go
Let's go commando
I wanna see that camel's toe
But don't go commando
If you really need a poo
There's a downside to commando
When you fart and follow through