Well it's a hot night,

excitement,

and in the heat of the night,

the flames ignited.

I see you smiling,

standing there with so many beside you.

How can I choose from plastic faces and

Christmas presents done up in June?

I don't know why I am what I am but that's alright.

But I can tell you this.

You either got it or you ain't.

You either got it or you ain't.

There's a cool breeze,

blowin' through the city,

and in the heat of the night,

it sweetly kisses my skin.

Mini-skirts, long legs and painted faces,

sin, sin, sin.

Well, I don't go just anywhere and I don't please just anyone that's



right.

So if you fit the bill,

well c'mon baby show your skill tonight.

Tonight, tonight.

You either got it or you ain't - have you got it?

You either got it or you ain't -

oh, show me.

It's such a hot night,

I'm undecided,

but in the heat of the night,

I get so excited.

I look around and see the scene of pretty faces and make-up dreams,

of all you people, standing there,

you looks won't get you anywhere at all.

Well I don't preach philosophy and I don't tell anybody just what they



should be,

but I can tell you this.

You either got it or you ain't,

you either got it or you ain't,

you either got it or you ain't,

and that's just about all.