Leanin' back, snackin' crack-er of HiHo
Tryin' to cool boilin' drool, 'bout to cry-oh
That Yvonne, the bitch can con, she's a charmer
Son of a gun..had me try one, five alarmer..

Gum Ball Fire, a red hot wire, coulda' burnt my tongue off
Vend machine, I plucked a green, nearly stung my lung off
Jar downtown, upside down, dumb to try it..
Son of a gun, that hot's no fun, why'd I buy it?

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Torch of blow, crimson glow, mouth's all furry
I'll avenge, That Yvonne, don't you worry..
Slip ex-lax in her snacks, at the show-o
Son of a gun, she'll get the runs, be a go-ho

Gum Ball Fire..a red hot wire, coulda' burnt my tongue off
Vend machine, I plucked a green, and it stung my lung off
Jar downtown, upside down, dumb to try it...
Son of a gun, too hot's no fun, why'd I buy it?

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Gum Ball Fire, a red hot wire, coulda' burnt my tongue off
Vend machine, I got a green, eww! it stung my lung off
Jar downtown, upside down, dumb to try it...
Son of a gun, hot ain't no fun, why'd I buy it?
Son of a gun, hot ain't no fun, why'd I buy it?
Son of a gun, that hot's no fun, why'd I buy it?