So the lone ranger rides again
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face
Gonna bite your little butt
So honey cut to the chase
Well your famous last words
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Well, I could take a little cold shot
And try an' ease your situation
I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby
So dig on my refrigeration
You get a fast crash course
Yeah, my freezer's just hummin'
Stick your face in the artic blast
An' tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh yeah
Cause the ice-man's comin'
I'll give you bright red cheeks
Like when the car don't start
It's like you been here before
Well, honey, whattya know, ho ho ho!
Well, call me forty below
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
An' I'll be whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' round your knees
I can drop below zero any moment, baby
I'm talkin' forty degrees
So if you seein' down my backstreets
I don't think ya want to test me, mama
I'm a tough little fart, wow!
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Yeah, you'd better zip it back up
Yeah, and pray for sunny weather
Don't light that match no!
You're a horrible, horrible girl