Artist/Band:
All
Lyrics for Song: Hotplate
Lyrics for Album: Percolater [1992]
flames burning, steam rising,
my appetite grows hot. and she know i'm itching' to
see what's inside those pots.
we come around 'bout a quarter to three,
can't keep a good man from his afternoon feed.
best bring your manners or you won't get served.
"what's cooking?" it's up to her!
hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, she likes it all the while.
soup's on, there's no denial in the oven of my desire.
what's on the table is what i need,
but it's still on the fire.
we come around 'bout a quarter to five,
we've come to satisfy our appetites.
best bring your manners or you won't get served.
"what about desert?" it's up to her!
when you need a hotplate, here's where we go,
twenty four hours she's never closed.
chinese, japanese, mexican,
thaiwanese; she found the way to bring me down to my
knees, mexican, italian, mexican,
cajun; better say thank you,
and always say please. hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, she likes it all the while.
hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, down home style.
they say the pretty girls can't make no eats- well
look at mine, she can't be beat.
everybody tries to tear us apart 'cause she knows a
man's stomach is the way to his heart.
don't come around 'bout a quarter to nine,
'cause when the food's all gone,
the girl's still mine. don't come around a quarter
to ten, cause when the party's over, the fun begins!
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