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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Guitar
Tony Brock
Tony Brock
Drums
JAY Davis
JAY Davis
Bass Guitar
Jimmy "Z" Zavala
Jimmy "Z" Zavala
Saxophone
Robin Le Mesurier
Robin Le Mesurier
Guitar
Wally Stocker
Wally Stocker
Guitar
Kevin Savigar
Kevin Savigar
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
Gary Grainger
Gary Grainger
Songwriter
Del Newman
Del Newman
Arranger
Jeremy Lubbock
Jeremy Lubbock
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Producer
Ricky Delena
Ricky Delena
Assistant Engineer
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Mixing Engineer
Leo Bonamy
Leo Bonamy
Graphic Design
Arthur Kemish
Arthur Kemish
Drum Technician
Gordon Adams
Gordon Adams
Guitar Technician
Patrick Logue
Patrick Logue
Equipment Technician
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
George Tutko
George Tutko
Mixing Engineer
George "Bud" Travis
George "Bud" Travis
Producer
Peter Buckland
Peter Buckland
Recording Technician
Tom Lirou
Tom Lirou
Recording Technician
Campbell Hair
Campbell Hair
Recording Technician
Chris East
Chris East
Recording Technician
David Gautry
David Gautry
Recording Technician
Ed McNiel
Ed McNiel
Recording Technician
Gary Singleman
Gary Singleman
Recording Technician
Jack Crimes
Jack Crimes
Recording Technician
Lyle Centola
Lyle Centola
Recording Technician
Mark Eshelman
Mark Eshelman
Recording Technician
Max Loubiere
Max Loubiere
Recording Technician
Nick Busco
Nick Busco
Recording Technician
Scott Stogel
Scott Stogel
Recording Technician
Tim Lamb
Tim Lamb
Recording Technician

Lyrics

Who's that knocking on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming 'round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning, make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school?
I love you, honey
Got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother, too
I love you, honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old, he's touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
You're making me a physical wreck
I'm talking to you
Hot legs in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school?
Hot legs, you're making me a fool
I love you, honey
Hot legs making your mark
Hot legs, you keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you, honey, yeah
Hot legs, you're wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, you're still in school
I love you, honey!
Hot legs
Hot legs, yeah, baby
Hot legs, getting hotter
Hot legs, you're well-equipped
Hot legs, oh, your pussy's whipped
Hot legs, I just love your lips
I love ya
I love ya
I love ya, honey
Hot legs
Hot legs, woo!
Hot legs, yeah-ah
I love ya, honey!
Written by: Rod Stewart
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