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Hot Pants Written by - J. Brown & F. Wesley One two One two three uh! Hot pants Hey hot pants uh! Smokin' Hot pants Smokin' That hot pants That's where it's at Ah that's where it's at Take your fine self home It looks much better than time My fever keeps growin' Girl you're blowin' my mind Thinkin' of loosin' that funky feelin' Don't uh! Cause you got to use just what you got To get just what you want, ah Hey uh! Hot pants! Hey! Hot pants smokin'! Hot pants make ya sure of yourself Good Lord You walk like you got the only lovin' left, hey So brother If you're thinkin' of loosin' that feelin' Then don't, ha Cause a woman got to use what she got To get just what she wants, hey! Hey hot pants Ah look Ah hot pants won't make ya dance But as slick as you are, ah! You make the pants, uh! Hey brother Do ya like it? The girl over there with the funky pants on, ha! She can ah! Do the chicken all night long The girl over there with the hot pants on, uh! She can do the Funky Broadway all night long The girl over there with the hot pants on Filthy MacNasty all night long Get down, uh! The one over there With the mini dress, ha! I ain't got time I still dig that mess Get down! But I like the hot pants Hey! I like a hot pants Ooh...Bring it home! One more! Hit me! Ay... Bring it home! Bring it home! Oh uh! Bring it on home Bring it on home... (additional verse) Bring it on home Hot pants I dig ridin' or walkin' I be mellow They give me fever Like any other fella The hot pants I dig ridin' or walkin' Be mellow They give me the fever Like any other fella My temperature is goin' up About to give me a fit The feelin' I'm gettin' just won't quit |