作曲 : Cameron Ernst
Pedal to the metal, get my wheels smoking
Black leather blazing in the sun
You' re my sparked motor and I'm fully loaded
Ninety- eight degrees and heating up
We' re Palm Springs sweating in the desert
But it sure ain' t hell when it feels like heaven
Oh hot damn , Oh hot damn
You got me sizzling
Oh hot damn!
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I' m like woo!Oh hot damn it
Brots on the barbeque out grilling
Fireball when I'm turning up
You' re my silver jalapeno margarita
My caliente on my tongue
I need something cold like a shower
Cause you' re burning me up like a flame in my saddle .
oh hot damn. . .
oh hot damn. . .
You got me sizzling
oh hot damn. . .
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I' m like woo!Oh hot damn it
Texas in July and I' m barely breathing
Tight jeans I just wanna lose ,
You' re the tank top that I' m taking off
Summer in the red hot and blues
You boil my water into holy molten lava
There' s some things that you don' t tell Mama
Oh hot damn!
Oh hot damn!
You got me sizzling
oh hot damn. .
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I' m like woo!Oh hot damn it
Oh hot damn!
I don't even know if I can stand it
I' m like woo!Oh hot damn it