(to the tune of “Frosty”)

Hotsy the club girl
Had some mighty fetching ways
With a natural rack and some swivel hips
And two eyes that were slightly glazed

Hotsy the club girl
Is an urban myth they say
She was made of spice and everything nice
As that adjective is used today

There must have been Cialis in
That old hippie's tequila sunrise
For when she went to give him head
She was agog over the size (oh!)

Hotsy the club girl
Was as wild as she could be
And the in-crowd say on that holiday
How she found her destiny

Down in the village
Her folks wondered where she was
They had raised her right, not to chase delight
And to be good just because

While in that private suite marked A
The hippie kept it goin'
Her friends all clapped and joined in when
Hotsy began to moan (Oh!) (Oh!) (Ohhhh!)

Hotsy the club girl
Was a woman now for sure
And she bounced and swayed
As the hippie paid
No longer an amateur

Humpety hump hump, humpety hump hump
Look at Hotsy go!
Humpety hump hump, humpety hump hump
Under the mistletoe!