Hot pants part 1 lyrics
by James Brown



One, two
One, two, three, huh

Hot pants, hey
Hot pants, uh, smokin'
Hot pants
Smokin' that hot pants

That's where it's at
That's where it's at
Take your fine self home, huh
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, huh
Hot pants, hey!
Hot pants, smokin'!

Hot pants make you 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 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

Oooh!
Bring it home!
One more!
Hit me!

Hey!
Bring it home!
Bring it home!

Uh!
Bring it on home
Bring it on home


Corrected by Mark Coutinho.