Hot Cat on a Tin Roof - Hugh Cornwell

Oooh the feeling of a joyride coming on

I know how long I’ve waited now

Oooh the ceiling ain’t so far above my head

I want to hit it with my plough

We’re revving we’re revving we’re turning on the power

We’re burning we’re burning we’re coming like a flower

Oooh I’m dizzy and I’m flying above the circus though this kite ain’t left the

ground

I’m warming up

I’m cooling down

I hear it as her engines make their sound

We’re revving we’re revving we’re turning on the power

We’re burning we’re burning we’re coming like a flower

Hot cat on a tin roof

Hot cat on a tin roof

You know I mean that she’s such a hot cat

And there’s the tin roof if you need proof

Oooh I tremble as I touch her through my gloves

She knows she has me from now on

Oooh I tingle as she takes me up into the blue you know she ticks just like a

bomb

We’re revving we’re revving we’re turning on the power

We’re burning we’re burning we’re coming like a flower

Hot cat on a tin roof

Hot cat on a tin roof