A popular song from 1929.
Words by Jack Yellen.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Sheiks, neckers and jelly beans
Lend me your ears
So you think you’ve been petted
Don’t be silly, forget it
Debs flappers and baby vamps
Bore me to tears
What do they know concerning love?
Come to me for your burning love
Chorus
I’m the last of the red hot mammas
They’ve cooled down but me
Flapper vamps! Say, what do they know?
Get your hot stuff from this volcano
I’m an overheated, try and beat it
Hotsie totsie Hottentot
Say, it may be snowin’ but when I get goin’
Oh, baby, it’s hot
You can keep your collegiate charmers
Their lovin’ isn’t worth a dime
Away up in Alaska where the natives freeze
An Eskimo left my hut in his BVDs
I’m the last of the red hot mammas
Gettin’ hotter all the time
- You petters in raccoon coats
Just call on me
If you’re cold let me warm you
My kiss will chloroform you
Don’t worry, I know my oats
I guarantee
You will find out that when I pet
I just ruin the men I pet
Chorus
I’m the last of the red hot mammas
They’ve cooled down but me
I don’t pet or only neck ’em
I’m a mamma who loves to wreck ’em
I can make ’em sizzle, fry and frizzle
If you want to know the truth
I can warm the cold ones, and give back the old ones
Their flaming youth
I was born in the hot Bahamas
Right not I’m in my lovin’ prime
These flappers pet and don’t know what it’s all about
I kiss ’em and they call the fire department out
I’m the last of the red hot mammas
Gettin’ hotter all the time
Sung here by Fred Feild: