Hot Legs
Tom Jones · Other Songs - Tom Jones
Who's that knockin' on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
I love you honey.
You got a most persuasive tongue.
You promise all kinds of fun.
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you scratch my back.
Hot legs, bring your mother too.
I love you, honey.
Imagine how my daddy felt,
in your jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years old, he's trudging sixty four.
You got legs right up to your neck.
You're makin' me a physical wreck.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs in your satin shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp.
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, you're still in school.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs. Hot legs. Hot legs.
It's gotta be a quarter to four.
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
I love you honey.
You got a most persuasive tongue.
You promise all kinds of fun.
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you scratch my back.
Hot legs, bring your mother too.
I love you, honey.
Imagine how my daddy felt,
in your jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years old, he's trudging sixty four.
You got legs right up to your neck.
You're makin' me a physical wreck.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs in your satin shoes.
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're makin' me a fool.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs, you're makin' your mark.
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp.
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs you can scream and shout.
Hot legs, you're still in school.
I love you, honey.
Hot legs. Hot legs. Hot legs.
About Hot Legs
Tom Jones's "Hot Legs" stands as a vibrant example of his signature style, blending soulful vocals with a driving rhythm that defined the English rock and roll sound of the 1960s. The track showcases Jones's powerful baritone and charismatic stage presence, delivering a performance that captures the energy of his era while maintaining the polished production typical of his discography. As a staple of his live shows and recorded catalog, the song exemplifies his ability to merge traditional pop structures with a raw, emotional delivery that resonated with audiences worldwide. Its enduring appeal lies in its infectious groove and the unmistakable voice that made Jones an icon of British music history.