Best Lyrics Ever Written, But Only When Lou Gramm Sings Them: Foreigner's "Hot Blooded"!



"What ARE the best rock lyrics of all-time?"

This question has plagued mankind since Little Richard first shrieked the infamous words "tutti frutti" and, while some would have you believe that this honor goes to Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, or, I dunno, U2 for no other reason than it seems like it might be the right answer, we're not even here to clear up that issue, we're here to celebrate the Best Lyrics Eve Written, But Only When Lou Gramm Sings Them and the winner is...drumroll please, "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner.

I know, I know, you didn't see that one coming.  Let's all follow along shall we?

Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do ya do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded

Considering Lou's fragile condition, bonus points to the man for making it to the stage.  "The show must go on!"

You don't have to read my mind to know what I have in mind
Honey, you oughta know
Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line
I wanna know what you're doin' after the show

In fact, he's already makin' plans for AFTER the show.  What a tropper!

Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous
Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew

But you can't tell anybody.  Just sayin'.

That's why I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded

Why is he holding a rectal thermometer?

If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night
Shall I leave you my key?
But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign
Tell me, are you hot mama? You sure look that way to me

Yeah, you in the third row with the sign that says "Fuck me, Lou Gramm!", can you please pass this all-access backstage pass to the hot girl next to you?  Thanks.

Are you old enough? Will you be ready when I call your bluff?
Is my timing right? Did you save your love for me tonight?

Did you bring your ID?  You don't have one?  Hey, no worries, just making conversation.

Yeah, I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Feel a fever burning inside of me
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, hot blooded...(I'm hot)

You want me to stick my finger where, Mr. Gramm?

Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?
Yeah, before you do, you'll have to get away from you know who

Well I'm hot blooded, check it and see
Got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded

Every night
You're lookin' so tight
Now you're drivin' me wild
I'm so hot for you, child

Wait, first you call me mama, and now I'm a child?  Make up your mind, Mr. Mixed Messages.

I'm a little bit high
You're a little bit shy
You're making me sing
For your sweet sweet thing.

Shy?  We're naked.  

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