Some like it hot,

some like it cold

some like it lukewarm,

oh baby,

some like it old

some like the night

don't like to fight

some hold up the peace sign

oh baby

don't want to fight

i like my babe

when she's awake

when she is sleeping

i know she's dreaming

of random things 

throughout her day—

ooh yea!

cause we jammin—

i mean,

some like it hot

some like it cold

some like it lukewarm

and i like my babe

i wonder if she dreams

that she's a princess queen

or does she dream of an old dog

she used to have.

i wonder her grandmother

did she look like her,

and her ancestors

did they fight with the Soviets?

ooo yea!

Some like it hot

Some like it cold

Some like it lukewarm,

oh baby

We'll never get old.