Hot Shot Y&T

Went down to the wedding hall
My best friend was gettin' hitched
All the girls were dressed to the nines
Man I was gettin' the itch

The Joint was jumpin'
The band was rockin'
Even the ugly ones looked good
Could've been the romance
Or The cheap champagne
Oh man, I was goin' insane

Got a hot shot
Gotta unload
Hot shot
Gonna explode
Hot shot
Gotta confess
Oh, baby, gonna be a mess

The band started playin' one of those
Cry your eyes out wedding songs
This was my chance, looking to dance
Weel, it didn't take long

She was slip-sliding up and down on me
Felt like a stripper pole
Blue satin dress, gotta confess
Oh, man, I was gonna blow