The B‐52s - Hot Pants Explosion Lyrics

You know what I say to your hot pants?
Say what?
Say get on down, ah ha ha...

I'm in shippin', if you're receivin'
'Cause what I see I ain't believin'.
The longest legs in the shortest pants,
You got me doin' a matin' dance.
Pant, pant.
You got me pantin' like a dog.
Pant, pant.
Ooo, I'm a hot pants, hot dog.

You burned a hole in my mind,
When I saw your cute behind,
Wearin' those hot pants.
Hot, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants,
Sizzlin' hot, hot pants.
Hot, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants.

Sap's up, spring's on the rise.
I'm bustin' out my tube top tonight.
Workin' the night shift, I get off at three.
Breakin' out of that factory,
Thunder thighs-hangn' out!
Moon beams, dancin' about.

If you would be so kind,
Put on those red hot pants and take a stroll through my mind.

Hot pants, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants.
Sizzlin' hot, hot pants.
Hot, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants.

Hot pants explosion
At the factory.

Baby it's so sweet how you got me chokin',
Chokin' on the sizzle you deliver in that outfit so smokin'.
Hot pants flare up.

Ooo, scintillatin', sizzlin', steamin'.
Honey, those hot pants got me screamin'
Supercalifragiwhata outfit you got on.
Super vixen, ooo foxy
Studball, hunky baby, rock me.
Supercalihalitosis, ooo that outfit's the absolute mostest.

Ooo, I've seen London and I seen France,
But I never saw nothin' so hot as you in your hot pants.
Sizzlin' hot, hot pant.
Hot, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants.
Scorchin' hot pants.
Hot, hot, hot, hot pants, hot pants.
Burnin' hot, hot pants.