James Brown — Hot Pants Pt. 1

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, huh Hot pants! Hey! Hot pants, smokin'! Hot pants make ya sure of yourself -good God 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, ha, 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, uh, 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 hot pants OH! Bring it home! One more! Hit me! Hey! Bring it home! Bring it home! Uh! Bring it on home Bring it on home...