Fireball
Look out! She’s headin’ this way
If ya smart ya’ll get outta the way
Temperature’s risin’ to boilin’ point
She’s gonna set fire to this joint
Fireball - someone call the fire-brigade
Fireball - she’s the hottest hot potato ever made
Fireball - she’s more fiery than blazin’ chilli sauce
Fireball - and you can’t touch her, of course!
What was I thinkin’? Did I really imagine I could tame her?
It musta been a mirage in my fevered brain
What was I doin’? Tryin’ to put out her flame
Now she’s burnt me to a cinder and I got no-one but me to blame
I can’t handle the stove - I can’t handle the boiler
I can’t handle the heat - I’m a matchbox spoiler
Get outta the kitchen - get outta the hottub
Got myself a great big blister where she gave me the rub
I need a bandage for my burnt heart
Lots of juicy aloe vera for the fleshy part
Look at my skin it’s red, rough and raw
So I finally figured that’s what my little fireball’s for
