Hot Cat On A Tin Roof Lyrics - The Fall And Rise Of Hugh Cornwell - Hugh Cornwell

Oh, the feeling of a joyride coming on. 

I know how long I've waited now. 

Oh, 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. 

Oh, 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. 

Oh, I tremble as I touch her through my gloves. 

She knows she has me from now on. 

Oh, 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.