(Steve Whiteman & Terry Miller) Time can be so bittersweet Under presure tell me can you take the heat Blues yeah I’ve had my share My mama told me say yourself a little prayer Got my engine runnin’ hot I’m about to blow my top I’m going around and round and round Don’t it ever stop Your palms are sweatin’ and your fingers itchin’ Take the hot seat alive and kickin’ Ya can’t take the heat Get out of the kitchen Ya can’t take the heat Get out of the kitchen Lies giving me the third degree Light my fire come on baby satisfy me Touch me deep down inside Your hot pants cold feet better make up your mind ‘Cause baby knows what she’s got Let me tell ya quite a lot I’m going around and round and round won’t ever stop Your palms are sweatin’ and your fingers itchin’ Take the hot seat alive and kickin’ Ya can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen Ya can’t take the heat get of the kitchen Got my engines runnin’ hot I’m about to blow my top I’m going around and round and round don’t it ever stop Your palms are sweatin and your fingers itchin’ Take the hot seat alive and kickin’ Ya can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen Yeah Your palms are sweatin and your fingers itchin’ Take the hot seat alive and kickin’ Ya can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen Ya can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen Get up get down get out