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!