Hotplate lyrics

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!