Hot Pants [Live]

Okay, we're ready. We're ready. Is everybody ready?

C'mon Karl!

One, two, a-one, two, three, ow

Good God, hot pants

You and me, pretty pretty please

Ha, I can take it

I can't take it, I'm smokin'
Good God
Whoa

Ha, ha, I can't take it
Good God

You got to use what you got
It's just what you need
Said, you got to use everything you got
What you got you need

What you got
What you got

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Fuck, I'm smoking, I'm smokin'

Come on baby

Hot pants

Good God, were smokin'

Hot pants baby

Can't take it off

I'm on fire for your hot pants baby
I can't take it off

One, three, and four

Okay baby

I can't take it

I can't hear you guys

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, get a room baby

Let black girls go
Stop makin' shit
That's for sure
At least she can do James Brown
She can do any of you larger chicks
She was movin' her feet, she was movin' her hips
Hey look out, stop that bitch

Whoa

Oh, Dave's cord came out, whoa

We got a lot of percussion, baby
We got all kinds of percussion

Fuck

Get her plugged in Dave, let's hear it go
It ain't broken is it

Okay

Oh fuck

Let's see some percussion you guys, come on
Bring it on over there

Whip it to the roulette

Plug in

Good God baby
Good God baby

What am I gonna do

Man, those rely on our roulette ninja

We'll catch up
One more time

Let's hear some good ol', ah shuck storm baby

Whoa

Ooh, man you suck man

(Is he
Nah, man)