40 Below

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