Hot Stuff

Well, you hardly think I'm ready
When you see me on your telly
And people screaming out my name

Well, you hardly think I'm ready
When you see me on your telly
And people screaming out my name
They want a little more, so I'm banging on your door
To ask what you call fortune and fame

I don't wanna take it slow
'Cause giving up is all you know
I just wanna freak out at a rock 'n' roll show

Well, I ain't made of money
And I know you think that's funny
But life's a little game we play
You want it a little, little louder
So take your pills and powder
And then, we'll see what you gotta say

This is what it's all about
Good times, all around
I'm a rebel
Disgrace, got it tattooed on my face, in your eyes

Just gimme, hot stuff all day and all night
You know it feels so good
I want it, hot stuff, yeah, you know it feels right
Just the way it should

Turn up the gas, take off your mask
I wanna hear you scream
They won't listen to you, don't let them do you
Sit and listen to me

Gimme one for the road, one for the stage
One for coming home and one for old age
One for the heart, one for the soul
One for listening loud to rock 'n' roll

Just gimme, hot stuff all day and all night
You know it feels so good
I want it, hot stuff, yeah, you know it feels right
Just the way it should

Just gimme, hot stuff all day and all night
You know it feels so good
I want it, hot stuff, yeah, you know it feels right
Just the way it should



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Thomas Rennie, Lewis Corpe Mcfarlane, Ross Corpe Mcfarlane, Struan Corpe Mcfarlane, Thomas Thomson Bell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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