Oh Hot Damn!
Pedal to the metal get my wheels smokin'
Black leather blazin' in the sun
You're my sparked motor and I'm fully loaded
Ninety-eight degrees and heatin' up
We're Palm Springs sweatin' in the desert
But it sure ain't hell when it feels like heaven
Oh hot damn
Oh hot damn, you got me sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Brauts on the barbecue out grillin'
Fireball when I'm turnin' up
You're my silver jalapeno margarita
Muy caliente on my tongue
I need something cold like a shower
Cause you're burnin' me up like a flame in my saddle
Oh hot damn
Oh hot damn, you got me sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Texas in July and I'm barely breathin'
Tight jeans I just wanna lose
You're the tank top that I'm takin' 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 sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Black leather blazin' in the sun
You're my sparked motor and I'm fully loaded
Ninety-eight degrees and heatin' up
We're Palm Springs sweatin' in the desert
But it sure ain't hell when it feels like heaven
Oh hot damn
Oh hot damn, you got me sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Brauts on the barbecue out grillin'
Fireball when I'm turnin' up
You're my silver jalapeno margarita
Muy caliente on my tongue
I need something cold like a shower
Cause you're burnin' me up like a flame in my saddle
Oh hot damn
Oh hot damn, you got me sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Texas in July and I'm barely breathin'
Tight jeans I just wanna lose
You're the tank top that I'm takin' 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 sizzlin'
Oh hot damn
Better call up the fireman
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hot damn, oh oh oh oh oh oh
I don't even know if I can stand it
I'm like WOO!
Oh hot dammit
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Laliberte, Paul Laliberte, Shelby Archer, Cameron Ernst
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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