Tampa Red - It's Heated

I'm tipping like a Maltese kitten on a Brussel's carpet
Ain't got enough of shoe soul on my shoe
Towards and into rat hole (?)
Hey hey, tell me about it papa
Ho ho, it's hot in here, let's heat it

Folks, I'm gonna tell you 'bout a brand new song
I'm gonna beat some dirt and it won't take long
It's called heated, I mean heated
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on

Well they cool it on state street
They warm it down the line
You oughta hear the frauds on Devin singing and crying
Talkin' 'bout it "hеat it, Lord I've got to heat it"
You've got to hеat it and warm it, let the good work go on

Now the folks down east a-cryin' "Lord, Lord, Lord"
The gang in the west says the cops are so hot
They say "it's heated", they say "it's heated"
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on

Well I went down Michigan, came up to Grand
Saw the sweetbacks and the strotters all raising, saying
Talkin' about "It's heated", they mean "it's heated"
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on
I went to a good time flat, lad said tonight
The cops knocked on the door, everybody made their flatters
"Hey, what's the matter" they say
"- It's heated
- What you mean?
- The flat's heated"
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on

I've met myself a good gal, she said she was 51
We start to loving and squeezing and I stopped
She said "Son, you just begun, I need heatin'
Yes, I need heatin'"
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on

Now a yellow gal is like a frigid zone
Brown skin's about the same, you want some good lovin'?
You deserve an old Crow Jane
And she's heated, Lord she's heated
You've got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on

Now I ain't no janitor, no farmer on the sun
But I can keep your boiler hot till the superintendent come
I mean I can heat it, I mean I can heat it
I can heat it and warm it, let the good work go on