Prior to their first recording, “Please, Please, Please”, The Famous Flames… Read Full Bio ↴Prior to their first recording, “Please, Please, Please”, The Famous Flames were billed simply as The Flames, and Brown himself was billed as a member of the group. In later concerts and recordings Brown and the group were billed as James Brown and The Famous Flames, or sometimes as James Brown and His Famous Flames.
Hot Pants
James Brown & The Famous Flames Lyrics
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 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 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 mess
Get down!
But I like the hot pants
Hey! I like a hot pants
Ooh!
Bring it home!
One more!
Hit me!
Aay!
Bring it home!
Bring it home!
Oh uh!
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
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 time
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 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 mess
Get down!
But I like the hot pants
Hey! I like a hot pants
Ooh!
Bring it home!
One more!
Hit me!
Aay!
Bring it home!
Bring it home!
Oh uh!
Bring it on home
Bring it on home
Lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: James Brown, Fred Wesley
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