Butts on Fire

Just the other night in the family shanty The fire was low and the wood was scanty The winds blew cold and the storm raged higher We sat on the stove till our butts caught fire Sister came in from the outside shivering Home from a shift of pizza delivering Just 40 more years till I can retire As she sat next to me till her butt caught fire My brother's been freezing in the barn since Monday Till the milk cow gave an ice cream sundae He stomped to thе stove with a strong desire To kick back and rеlax and set his butt on fire Mama took a break joy riding on the tractor She don’t mind the snow it’s the wind chill factor Gonna put snow chains on my unicycle tire Nice night for a ride with your butt on fire [?] from the meth lab tripping His beard was soaked and his clothes were dripping [?] clothes in the washer dryer Snake god sent me home to set my butt on fire Grandpa’s [?] don’t stop [?] How I’m gonna [?] the slop I’m eating Worm that whiskey in the deep fat fryer Stoke that stoke and my butt’s on fire Grandma’s talking to the old Victrola She ain’t been the same since she caught ebola When the bells rose up in the old church spire She thawed them out with her butt on fire So we all spent the winter sitting on the oven Getting along fine with the minimum of shoving Summer comes round, it’ll be so nice We’ll all sit around with our butts on ice Oh yeah, that's nice Stop! Drop! Roll!