If you can’t figure out what this one is about, you’re a moron. But in the tradition of “How Many Licks” and “Let It Bleed” this one talks about something fairly dirty in a hopefully obscure enough way that it could get airplay. Women would know what it was about, that’s for damn sure.
Hot Spot
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform
was it good for you
you say with a smile
I stare out into space
feeling all wet
knowing you couldn’t
find the spot
in my parking lot
when will you ever learn
basic geography
you’re looking with desire
for something that’s a little higher
stop thinking about yourself
maybe then things might click
the hot spot is where it’s at
no need to laugh
the hot spot all needs is a flick
a flick of your trigger
hot spot
hot spot
hot spot
don’t mean to be a nag
but it’s not going to find itself
we’ve been over this before
what you have to do for a roar
it’s not tricky
maybe a little sticky
I can’t explain
why do I have to complain
you waste my time with your length of time
but you can’t get the job done
I sit back and sigh
the hot spot is where it’s at
no need to laugh
the hot spot all needs is a flick
a flick of your trigger
hot spot
hot spot
hot spot
[bridge]
get it right
fill me with delight
let the waters cool you down
if you’re enough of a man
when the sun rises
maybe sunspots will be seen
but all I know is you can’t find
my hotspot
