James Brown - Hot Pants Road lyrics

One, two, one, two, three, uh Hot pants, hey, hot pants, uh, look Hot pants, smokin' that hot pants That's where it's at a-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, 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 losin' 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 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 McNasty 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 Ooh, bring it home One more, hit me, yeah Bring it home, bring it home Oh uh, bring it on home Bring it on home