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Eb Horn trill: Eb Db Eb Db Eb F Eb
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, hu It looks much better than timeMy 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 LordYou 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 gotTo 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 messGet down! But I like the hot pants Hey!
I like a hot pants
Horns. C E F G
Ooh! Bring it home!
Ooh! Bring it home!
One more! Hit me!
Horns. C E F G
Aay! Bring it home!
Aay! Bring it home!
Bring it home!Oh uh!Bring it on homeBring it on home