40 Below

歌詞

Ooh Ooh, ooh So the ol' lone ranger rides again I'm gonna blow by you Like a frozen cold freight train I'll freeze the smile on your face Go back, hell no! We just pulled up And little Jack frost Gonna bite your little butt So honey cut to the chase Well your famous last words Are a hard act to follow And too much heat is too hard to swallow Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold Call me 40 Below, ooh yeah 'Cause I'm cold, ah One kiss of my lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well call me 40 Below Well, I could take a little cold shot And try and ease your situation I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby Dig on my refrigeration Shiverin' a-shakin' and the whole routine You get a fast crash course In air conditioning Yeah, my freezer's just hummin' Stick your face in the artic blast And tell everybody They can kiss my ass, oh yeah 'Cause the ice-man's comin' I'll give you bright red cheeks and a runny nose Like when the car don't start and your booty's froze It's like you been there before Well, honey, whattya know...Ho Ho Ho! Well, call me 40 Below, woah And I'm cold, yeah One kiss of my lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Call me 40 Below Feel me whippin' in your window I'll be lickin' 'round your knees I can drop below zero any moment, baby I'm talkin' forty degrees Ah yeah So if you sneakin' down my backstreets I suggest you button up I don't think ya wanna test me, mama I'm a tough litle fuck Well your famous last words are a hard act to follow An' too much heat is too hard to swallow Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold Well call me 40 Below, ooh yeah And I'm cold One kiss of my lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well call me 40 Below And I'm cold One kiss of my lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well call me 40 Below Yeah, you feelin' so cold baby Button up mama Better zip it back up Clap your hands together Pray for sunny weather Don't light that match, no way I'm melting Oh, you're a horrible, horrible crowd