Budweiser presents: Real American Heroes. –♪ Real American Heroes ♫ –Today we salute you, Mr. Underwear Inspector Number 12. –♪ Mr. Underwear Inspector Number 12 ♫ –Whether 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 pooh-pooh, you can pass every single man on the street and say with pride, "You there. You're wearing my underpants." –♪ Oh, yeah ♫ –"And, no, I don't want them back." So this Bud's for you, Eagle Eyes, because we're all glad you've got your hands in our shorts. –♪ Change 'em everyday ♫
Budweiser presents: Real American Heroes. –♪ Real American Heroes ♫ –Today we salute you, Mr. Edible Underwear Maker. –♪ Mr. Edible Underwear Maker ♫ –Your true genius combined two of Man's favorite things: panties and food. –♪ I can taste it now ♫ –They're a snack. They're underwear. They're a snack and underwear. Brilliant. –♪ Two treats in one ♫ –Gorgeous grape. Rock my world raspberry. Bodacious banana. –♪ 26 flavors ♫ –And nothing says "I want you" like a man with a mouthful of underpants –♪ I want you, baby ♫ –So this Bud's for you, Mr. Edible Underwear Maker, because thanks to you, when it comes to panties extra-large means extra-yummy. –♪ Yummy, yummy, yummy ♫
I've whipped up this nasty little soirée over at his friend Wyatt's house. –Soir-what? –Soirée, honey. I think that means, um, 'party.' –Party. You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... you know, your basic high school orgy-type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candle wax on the nipples or witchcraft or anything like that. No, no, no. No, just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear acting like complete animals.