Hotplate

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!