Lyrics: Debbie Sings
Music: Debbie Sings
Hotpants, hot days by the beach
Turning heads when I’m walking down the street
I know you like my style, I know you like the way I rock
’Cause I got a perfect fit from the bottom to the top
Got a pair at home, and I bought a pair on sale
When they see the way they fit, they say "You’re gonna go to hell!"
Hotpants, hot days by the beach
Turning heads when I’m walking down the street
Hot boys, hot girls talk to me
Ask me for my number ’cause they wanna see
It’s my hotpants
They show off my ass
They make it look cute
And they make you wanna tap
My hotpants
Got a pair in red and black
You can look but you can’t touch
Baby, then you gotta ask
Ca-ca-ca-can’t touch
Ca-ca-ca-can’t touch
Low-rise, boots high, crop top tight
A little denim keeps me going all night
Here’s my favorite pair, they’re so tiny can’t you tell
When they see the way they fit, they say "You’re gonna go to hell!"
Hotpants, hot days by the beach
Turning heads when I’m walking down the street
Hot boys, hot girls talk to me
Ask me for my number ’cause they wanna see
It’s my hotpants
They show off my ass
They make it look cute
And they make you wanna tap
My hotpants
Got a pair in red and black
You can look but you can’t touch
Baby, then you gotta ask
It’s my hotpants
Ca-ca-ca-can’t touch
My hotpants
Ca-ca-ca-can’t touch
Hotpants, hot days by the beach
Turning heads when I’m walking down the street
Hot boys, hot girls talk to me
Ask me for my number ’cause they wanna see
My ass