One two One Two Three uh

Hot pants hey hot pants uh smokin

Hot pants smokin that hot pants

That's where its at a that's where its 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 a

Hey hu

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 hotpants

A look a 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 hu 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

Short Instrumental

Ooooh Bring it home

One more Hit me Aaay

Bring it home Bring it home

Oh uh Bring it on home

Bring it on home

*another verse on some recordings

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