Folks I'm going to tell you, about a brand new song I'm going to beat some dirt, and it won't take long It's called heated, I mean heated You got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on Well they cool it on State Street, warm it down the line You ought to hear the frogs on Durban, singing and crying Talkin' about heated, Lord I gotta heated You got to heat it and warm it, let the good work go on Now the folks down east, are crying Lord Lord Lord Gang in the west, say the cops is so hard They said heated, they said heated You got to heat it and warm, it let the good work go on Well I went down to Michigan, came up Grant Saw the sweetbacks and the strutters, all raising sand Talkin' about it heated, they mean it's heated You got to heat it and warm it let the good work go on I went to a good‐time flat, last Saturday night The cops knocked on the door, everybody made their flight What's the matter, they say heated, the flat's heated You got to heat it and warm it let the good work go on I met myself a good gal, she said she was fifty‐one She started to loving and squeezing, I thought she say son you just begun I need heatin', I need heatin' You got to heat it and warm it let the good work go on Now a yellow gal is like a frigid zone, brownskin's about the same You want some good loving, get yourself an old Crow Jane She's heated, Lord she's heated You got to heat it and warm it let the good work go on Now I ain't no janitor, no fireman's son But I can keep your boiler hot, till the superintendent come I mean I'm heated, I mean I can heat it You got to heat it and warm it let the good work go on