Hotplate

Flames burning,

steam rising,

my appetite grows hot.

and she know i'm itching'

to see what's inside those pots.

we come around

'bout a quarter to three,

can't keep a good man from his afternoon feed.

best bring your manners or you won't get served.

"what's cooking?"

it's up to her!

hotplate-served with a smile.

hotplate,

she likes it all the while.

soup's on,

there's no denial in the oven of my desire.

what's on the table is what i need,

but it's still on the fire.

we come around

'bout a quarter to five,

we've come to satisfy our appetites.

best bring your manners

or you won't get served.

"what about desert?"

it's up to her!

when you need a hotplate, here's where we go,

twenty four hours she's never closed.

chinese,

japanese,

mexican,

thaiwanese;

she found the way to bring me down to my knees,

mexican,

italian,

mexican,

cajun;

better say thank you,

and always say please.

hotplate-served with a smile.

hotplate,

she likes it all the while.

hotplate-served with a smile.

hotplate,

down home style.

they say the pretty girls

can't make no eats- well look at mine,

she can't be beat.

everybody tries to tear us apart

'cause she knows a man's stomach

is the way to his heart.

don't come around

'bout a quarter to nine,

'cause when the food's all gone,

the girl's still mine.

don't come around a quarter to ten,

cause when the party's over,

the fun begins!