| So the ol' lone ranger rides again
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| I’m gonna blow by you
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| Like a frozen cold freight train
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| I’ll freeze the smile on your face
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| Go back, hell no! |
| We just pulled up
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| And little Jack Frost
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| Gonna bite your little butt
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| So honey cut to the chase
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| Well your famous last words
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| Are a hard act to follow
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| And too much heat is too hard to swallow
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| Keep on wonderin' why it’s gettin' so damn cold
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| Call me 40 Below, ooh yeah
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| 'Cause I’m cold, ah
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| One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
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| Give it up, honey, can’t race the wind
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| Good lookin' here I go
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| Well call me 40 Below
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| Well, I could take a little cold shot
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| And try and ease your situation
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| I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby
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| Dig on my refrigeration
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| Shiverin' a-shakin' and the whole routine
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| You get a fast crash course
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| In air conditioning
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| Yeah, my freezer’s just hummin'
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| Stick your face in the artic blast
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| And tell everybody
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| They can kiss my ass, oh yeah
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| 'Cause the ice-man's comin'
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| I’ll give you bright red cheeks and a runny nose
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| Like when the car don’t start and your booty’s froze
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| It’s like you been there before
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| Well, honey, whattya know… Ho Ho Ho!
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| Well, call me 40 Below, woah
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| And I’m cold, yeah
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| One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
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| Give it up, honey, can’t race the wind
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| Good lookin' here I go
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| Call me 40 Below
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| Feel me whippin' in your window
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| I’ll be lickin' 'round your knees
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| I can drop below zero any moment, baby
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| I’m talkin' forty degrees
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| Ah yeah
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| So if you sneakin' down my backstreets
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| I suggest you button up
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| I don’t think ya wanna test me, mama
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| I’m a tough litle fuck
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| Well your famous last words are a hard act to follow
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| An' too much heat is too hard to swallow
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| Keep on wonderin' why it’s gettin' so damn cold
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| Well call me 40 Below, ooh yeah
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| And I’m cold
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| One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
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| Give it up, honey, can’t race the wind
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| Good lookin' here I go
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| Well call me 40 Below
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| And I’m cold
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| One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
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| Give it up, honey, can’t race the wind
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| Good lookin' here I go
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| Well call me 40 Below
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| Yeah, you feelin' so cold baby
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| Button up mama
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| Better zip it back up
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| Clap your hands together
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| Pray for sunny weather
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| Don’t light that match, no way
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| I’m melting
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| Oh, you’re a horrible, horrible crowd |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 Below , by - David Lee Roth. Song from the album A Little Ain't Enough, in the genre Хард-рок