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Текст: Y&T. Facemelter. Hot Shot.

Went down to the wedding hall
My best friend was gettin' hitched
All the girls were dressed to the nines
Man I was gettin' the itch

The Joint was jumpin',
The band was rockin'
Even the ugly ones looked good
Could've been the romance
Or The cheap champagne
Oh man, I was goin' insane

Got a hot shot
Gotta unload
Hot shot
Gonna explode
Hot shot
Gotta confess
Oh, baby, gonna be a mess

The band started playin' one of those
Cry your eyes out wedding songs
This was my chance, looking to dance
Weel, it didn't take long

She was slip-sliding up and down on me
Felt like a stripper pole
Blue satin dress, gotta confess
Oh, man, I was gonna blow

Got a hot shot
Gotta unload
Hot shot
Gonna explode
Hot shot
Gotta confess
Gonna be a mess
Oh, baby, on your party dress


Got a hot shot
Baby, don't say no
Hot shot
Don't wanna do it alone
Hot shot
Gonna be a mess
Don't wanna have to do it by myself

Pretty maids all in a row
One of them gave me the eye
Said "Hello, how you do
And will you be my bride?"

She said: "Baby, now just slow down
This is all just a little too soon
Baby, if ya want to skip a step
You can take me right now on a honeymoon

Got a hot shot
Gotta unload
Hot shot
Gonna explode
Hot shot
Gotta confess
Gonna be a mess
Oh, baby, on your party dress

Got a hot shot
Baby, don't say no
Hot shot
Don't wanna do it alone
Hot shot
Gonna be a real soon
Oh, baby, on a honeymoon