Lyrics:

One-two One-Two-Three uh! Hot pants- hey hot pants uh! smokin Hot pants- smokin that-hot pants Thats where its at a-thats where its at Take your fine self home It looks much better than time My fever keeps growin Girl youre blowin my mind Thinkin of loosin that funky feelin dont 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 youre thinkin of loosin that feelin Then dont- ha Cause a woman got to use what she got To get just what she wants hey! Hey hotpants A-look a-hot pants wont 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 aint got time- I still dig that mess Get down! but I like the hot pants Hey! I like a hot pants (Short Instrumental) 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... *another verse on some recordings Bring it on home, Hot Pants, I dig ridin or walkin I be mellow- they give me fever- like any other fella The Hot Pants I dig ridin or walkin Be mellow they give me the fever like any other fella My temperature is goin up- about to give me a fit