40 Below (2025 Remaster)

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 littlе cold shot

And try and ease your situation

I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby

Dig on my refrigеration

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, what do ya 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

[Guitar Solo]

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, little fuck, woah

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

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, yeah

Better zip it back up

Gotta stand on my feet, baby

Clap your hands together

Pray for sunny weather (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Don't light that match, no way

I'm melting

Oh, you're a horrible, horrible crowd