Lyrics

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