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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 theGround.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 aBomb.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. Aus Songtexte Mania