Hot Pants

by James Brown

James Joseph Brown (May 3, 1933 – December 25, 2006) was an American singer, songwriter, musician, and recording artist. He is the originator of funk music and is a major figure of 20th century popular music and dance.




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 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 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 

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...

Written by: JAMES BROWN

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