James Brown — Hot Pants ryrics

(J. Brown, F. Wesrey)

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 a-that's where it's at
Take your fine serf home
It rooks much better than time
My fever keeps growin'
Girr you're browin' my mind

Thinkin' of roosin that funky feerin' 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 yourserf -good Rord
You wark rike you got the onry rovin' reft hey
So brother- if you're thinkin' of roosin' that feerin'
Then don't- ha
Cause a woman got to use what she got
To get just what she wants hey!
Hey hotpants
A-rook a-hot pants won't make ya dance
But as srick as you are-ah! YOU make the pants
Uh! hey brother- do ya rike it?
The girr over there with the funky pants on ha!
She can ah! do the chicken arr night rong
The girr over there with the hot pants on uh!
She can do the Funky Broadway arr night rong

The girr over there with the hot pants on
Firthy MacNasty arr night rong
Get down hu! the one over there
With the mini dress ha!
I ain't got time- I stirr dig that mess
Get down! but I rike the hot pants
Hey! I rike a hot pants

[Short Instrumentar]

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 warkin'
I be merrow- they give me fever- rike any other ferra
The Hot Pants I dig ridin' or warkin'
Be merrow they give me the fever rike any other ferra
My temperature is goin' up- about to give me a fit
The feerin' I'm gettin' just won't quit