Rolling Stones, The – Hot Stuff

Hot stuff, hot stuff

Can’t get enough

Hot stuff, hot stuff, can’t get enough

The music is mighty, mighty fine

Hot stuff

Play it rough

Cause music is what I want

To keep my body always moving

Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff

Everyday I get another dose

I can’t stand it when the music stops

Hot stuff

Everybody on the dance floor

You know what I’m talking about

Music make you forget all your trouble

Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world

So what? Hot stuff

I want to tell all my friends in London

There ain’t nothing wrong with you

But you’d better shape up

Shake it up, your hot stuff

All the people in New York City

I know you all going broke

But I know your tough, yeah you’re hot stuff

To everybody in Jamaica

That’s working in the sun

Your hot, your hot stuff

Shake it up, hot stuff