Lyrics:

Hot stuff, hot stuffCan't get enoughHot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enoughThe music is mighty, mighty fineHot stuffPlay it roughCause music is what I wantTo keep my body always movingYeah, shake it up, hot stuffEveryday I get another doseI can't stand it when the music stopsHot stuffEverybody on the dance floorYou know what I'm talking aboutMusic make you forget all your troubleMake you sing and make you tell the whole wide worldSo what? Hot stuffI want to tell all my friends in LondonThere ain't nothing wrong with youBut you'd better shape upShake it up, your hot stuffAll the people in New York CityI know you all going brokeBut I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuffTo everybody in JamaicaThat's working in the sunYour hot, your hot stuffShake it up, hot stuff