Hot Pants, Pt. 1

One two One two three Hot pants, hey hot pants, no Hot pants, smokin' that hot pants That's where it's at And 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 losin that funky feelin' don't 'Cause you got to use just what you got To get just what you want, hey 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 losin' that feelin' Then don't 'Cause a woman got to use what she got To get just what she wants, hey Hey hotpants a look a hot pants Won't make ya dance But as slick as you are you make the pants Hey brother, do ya like it? The girl over there, with the funky pants on She can do the chicken all night long The girl over there, with the hot pants on She can do the funky broadway all night long The girl over there, with the hot pants on Fill the MacNasty all night long Get down, the one over there with the mini dress 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 Bring it home, bring it home Bring it on home, bring it on home