Hot stuff!
You're hot stuff, I hear you sizzle
I want you and you're sister with me in the middle
You're hot stuff, you drive me crazy
In the bedroom I'll be anything but lazy
Take your fuckin' time, peel the clothes from your skin
I'll just sit and watch until it's time for me to come on in
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
You're hot stuff, there's condensation
If you're the blob we can partake in masturbation
You're hot stuff, a real screamer
With every thrust I give the climax gets fuckin' nearer
Take your fuckin' time, like Sting we're tantric
Calm your fuckin' self, 'cos it's gonna get frantic
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
With every strum or stroke I'm thinking of fuckin' you
You're just so fuckin' hot, you bitch, and I can't wait to fuck
Oh, I can't wait to fuck you
No I can't wait to fuck you
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
XXX - let's get naughty!
XXX - down right dirty!
XXX - clap your hands!
XXX - drop your pants!
Oh, I'm gonna fuckin' fuck you
I'm gonna hear you fuckin' scream and fuckin' shout
I'm gonna fuckin' fuck you
I'm gonna hear you fuckin' scream and fuckin' shout
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All words & music by Tico Jnr.
Tico pants:
Inspired by my own tour of Australia where I worked my way through the prettiest of their women. I came up with this ditty to help me remember what a wonderful time I had. I often wonder why that was, as I find their accent aggravating and their odour is often pungent. I handed singing duties to Bri for this one as I often carry an erection when I start to vocalise my experiences, so it's best I don't do that.
Bri shouts:
Tico doesn't hold back with the filthy swagger and eyebrow-raising lyrics, hot stuff for sure. In fact, I'm profusely sweating as I write this. Fantasies are fantasised throughout and I channelled my Innermost Axl Rose impression to belt it all out convincingly.
The chorus has a dance routine of course and involves an impression of those mighty and morphin' Power Rangers to emphasise the triple X of the title. You do not have to literally drop your pants to perform the dance convincingly but it helps.
Now let's get naughty and turn the volume up to 6, maybe even all the way up to 9. This raunchy rocker deserves such treatment.
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