Hot To Trot

Irish, Cherokee and Aries... Well they say look out he's On the war path again I dare you to dare me to see Who can out drink who when It comes to whiskey, I dare You to dare me to make it Rain, you’ll need an ark or A jet plane, I guess I'm just That HOT TO TROT without little Effort on my part yeah well I guess I just have the luck Of the four leaf clover 'cuz my Bow and arrow never misses Even over my shoulder or in The black ink dark, I guess I'm Just a little HOT TO TROT or at Least I got the trophies to Prove it whether or not it has Anything to do with the heart And I don't care how far I have To travel to reach the other End of the rainbow that damn Leprechaun’s mine and once I have his pot of gold I will Hang his scalp in my teepee For generations to see, there’s No holding back a wild spirit Fanning flames of fire from the High Mountain winds... Well they say look out, look out He is on the war path Again... HOT TO TROT...little or nothing To do with the heart. With little Effort on his part just hot, Hot TO TROT!