Hot Pants

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' Good God Whooooa 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' C'mon baby (makes kissing noises) Hot pants 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 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, lets hear it go It ain't broken is it Okay Oh fuck Lets see some percussion you guys, c'mon Bring it on over there Whip it to the roulette Plug in 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 Whoa Ooh, man you suck man (Is he Nah, man)