Oh,
I'm tippin' like a Maltese kitten
on a brussel carpet.
Ain't got enough soul on my shoe
to ward sand into a rat hole.
Hey, hey.
Tell me about it, Bubbles.
Oh, it's hot in here.
Let's heat it.
Folks, I'm gonna tell you
about a brand new song
It's gonna be some dirt,
and it won't take long
It's called Heat It I mean Heat It
You got to heat it an d warm it
Let the good work go on
Why, they cool it on State Street
They warm it down the line
You ought to hear the broads
on the other end singin' and cryin',
talkin' about it's heated!
Lord, I got the heated!
You got the heated and warmin',
let the good work go on!
Now the folks down east are cryin',
Lord, Lord, Lord!
Gang in the west say the costs are so hard,
they say it's heated!
This air's heated,
you got the heated an d warming,
let the good work go on.
Well, I went down to Michigan,
came up grand,
saw the sweetbacks
and the struttas all raising
I'm sayin', talkin' about it's heated.
They mean it's heated.
You got to heat it an d warm it.
Let the good work go on.
I went to a good time flat.
Lad sat in the night,
the cops knocked on the door.
Everybody made their flat.
I said, what's the matter?
said, it's heated.
What you mean?
The flat's heated.
You got to heat it and warm it,
let the good work go on.
I met myself a good gal,
she said she was fifty -one.
We started lovin' and squeezin',
I thought she said,
Son, you just begun, I need heatin'.
Yes, I need heatin'.
You got to heat it and warm it,
let the good work go on.
Now, a yellow gal's like a pretty zone,
brown skin's about the
same.
If you want some good lovin',
get yourself an old crow, Jane.
She's heated.
Lord, she's heated.
You got to heat it and warm it.
Let the good work go on.
Now, I ain't no janitor,
no farm one's son,
but I can keep your boiler hot
till the superintendent come.
I mean, I can heat it.
I mean, I can heat this.
I can heat it and warm it.
Let the good work go on.