Lyrics

Red Hot Mama

I met her in a hotel bar
On my way from Chesapeake
Some girls are meant to be stars
Even without silver screens

A sharp tongued red head lady
Sitting there biting her thumb
She said slide over Larry
I said my name is Tom

I should've realized
What she'd do to me
I was out of my league

She was a red hot mama
Who came from Alabama
But grew up in New Orleans
She was a high class lady
Who never said maybe
More explosive than gasoline

She slow danced to Earth, Wind and Fire
Bogalooed to the blues
Marched to beat of a drummer
Who never even had a clue
I'm just a pencil salesman
Hailing from the state of PA
Who was led up, set up, shut down, laid down
Woke up in the morning and my wallet was gone

I should've realized, what she'd see in me
Drink-ing clouded my mind
You may sympathize, But I realized
What a hell of a time

She was a red hot mama
Who came from Alabama
But grew up in New Orleans
She was a high class lady
Who never said maybe
More explosive than gasoline