Hot Pants Road (Live At the Apollo Theater/1962) - James Brown

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