You're too hot to handle, I know it's no use
Like a hot patato, I'm turning you lose
Well, I'm just a country boy and it's plain to see
You're too hot to handle for me

When I'm drinking whiskey, you want champagne
If I ain't got the money and then you complain
While I'm wearing blue jeans, you're wearing mink
You're too hot to handle I think

You walk down the sidewalk, you think you're so hot
You think you got something that you haven't got
I don't mind hind-hog eating, if I ain't the hog
I don't mind some dogging, if I ain't the dog

You're too hot to handle, I know it's no use
Like a hot patato, I'm turning you lose
Well, I'm just a country boy and it's plain to see
You're too hot to handle for me