James Brown - Hot Pants Lyrics
One-two One-Two-Three uh!Hot pants- hey hot pants uh! smokinHot pants- smokin that-hot pantsThats where its at a-thats where its atTake your fine self homeIt looks much better than timeMy fever keeps growinGirl youre blowin my mindThinkin of loosin that funky feelin dont uh!Cause you got to use just what you gotTo get just what you want-aHey hu!Hot pants! hey! hot pants smokin!Hot pants make ya sure of yourself -good LordYou walk like you got the only lovin left heySo brother- if youre thinkin of loosin that feelinThen dont- haCause a woman got to use what she gotTo get just what she wants hey!Hey hotpantsA-look a-hot pants wont make ya danceBut as slick as you are-ah! YOU make the pantsUh! hey brother- do ya like it?The girl over there with the funky pants on ha!She can ah! do the chicken all night longThe girl over there with the hot pants on uh!She can do the Funky Broadway all night longThe girl over there with the hot pants onFilthy MacNasty all night longGet down hu! the one over thereWith the mini dress ha!I aint got time- I still dig that messGet down! but I like the hot pantsHey! I like a hot pants(Short Instrumental)Ooooh! Bring it home!One more! Hit me! Aaay!Bring it home! Bring it home!Oh uh! Bring it on homeBring it on home...*another verse on some recordingsBring it on home, Hot Pants, I dig ridin or walkinI be mellow- they give me fever- like any other fellaThe Hot Pants I dig ridin or walkinBe mellow they give me the fever like any other fellaMy temperature is goin up- about to give me a fit
