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Hot Fudge Lyrics

from Live Summer 2003

"Hot Fudge" is track #8 on the album Live Summer 2003. It was written by Williams, Robert Peter / Chambers, Guy Antony.
"Hot Fudge" is track #8 on the album Live Summer 2003. It was written by Williams, Robert Peter / Chambers, Guy Antony.

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Yee-haw

Queen Bitch, eat the wretch
I'm on the second course today
I'm not the first and I won't be the worst
She's done most of L.A.

Can't find a virgin, I can get you a surgeon
Twenty-four hours a day
Call a Gene Genie, you big-lipped meanie
I'm about to be blown away, come on, sing it

Take me to the place
Where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset, Rodeo

Hot fudge, here come the judge
There's a Green Card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.

And we've been
Dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.

Take the piss, always English
God bless you, Uncle Sam
You got a cool gene pool and our winter's cruel
And God knows I love to tan

Making cents and dead Presidents
Before I could count to ten
With a nation behind me, can't stop the limey
She's on her back again, come on, sing it

Take me to the place
Where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset, Rodeo

Hot fudge, here come the judge
There's a Green Card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.

'Cause we've been
Dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.

L.A., L.A., L.A.
L.A., L.A., L.A.
L.A., L.A., L.A.

Take me to the place
Where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset, Rodeo

Hot fudge, here come the judge
There's a Green Card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.

'Cause we've been dreaming
Of this feeling since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to

Hot fudge, here come the judge
There's a Green Card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.

'Cause we've been dreaming
Of this feeling since 1988
Mother, things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A., moving to L.A.

Keep on movin', keep on movin',
Keep on movin' to L.A.
L.A., L.A.
Gotta move down to L.A.

Keep on movin', keep on movin' on
Keep on movin', movin' on
Keep on movin', movin' on
Keep on movin', keep on movin' on

Keep on movin',keep on movin', keep on movin'
keep on movin', keep on movin' on
Keep on move, a move, move, a move, a move
Move move move move and stop

Songwriters
WILLIAMS, ROBERT PETER / CHAMBERS, GUY ANTONY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, FARRELL MUSIC LIMITED

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