|Composer||James Brown, Fred Wesley|
(Karl: Okay, we're ready. We're ready. Is everybody ready?
Man in crowd: C'mon Karl!)
Karl: One, two, a-one, two, three, oww
Good God, hot pants
You and me, pretty pretty please
Ha, I can take it
I can't take it, I'm smokin'
Ha, ha, I can't take it
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'
C'mon baby (makes kissing noises)
Good God, were smokin'
Hot pants baby
Can't take it off
Im' on fire for your hot pants baby
I can't take it off
One, three, and four
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
Oh, Dave's cord came out, whoa
We got a lot of percussion, baby
We got all kinds of percussion
Get her plugged in Dave, lets hear it go
It ain't broken is it
Lets see some percussion you guys, c'mon
Bring it on over there
Whip it to the roulette
Good God baby (makes kissing noise)
Good God baby
What am I gonna do
Man, those rely on our roulette ninj-a
We'll catch up
One more time
Lets hear some good 'ol, ahh shuck storm baby
Ooh, man you suck man
- Is the only song in the band's entire discography where Karl sings lead vocals.
- Was co-written and made famous by “The Godfather of Soul”, James Brown.
- On the compilation Time's Incinerator.