40 Below (Album Version)

40 Below (Album Version)

David Lee Roth

So the 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!
I just pulled up
An' lil Jack frost
Gonna bite your little butt
So honey cut to the chase
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

Call me forty below
Cause 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 forty below
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
Shiverin' a-shakin'
Yeah, 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
An' tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh yeah
Cause the ice-man's comin'
I'll give you bright red cheeks
An' a runny nose
Like when the car don't start
An' yo' booty's froze
It's like you been here before
Well, honey, whattya know, ho ho ho!

Well, call me forty below
An' 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 forty below
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
Ah yeah!
So if you seein' down my backstreets
I suggest you button up
I don't think ya want to test me, mama
I'm a tough little fart, wow!
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

Call me forty 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 forty below
An' 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 forty below
Feelin' so cold
Button up mama
Yeah, you'd better zip it back up
Stamp my feet
Clap your hands together
Yeah, and pray for sunny weather
Don't light that match no!
I'm melting
You're a horrible, horrible girl

Written by ROTH, DAVID LEE / TUGLE, BRETT MICHAEL / HUNTER, STEVE / STURGES, PRESTON
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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