So the ol' lone ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen, cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face

Go back, hell no, we just pulled up
And little Jack Frost gonna bite your little butt
So, honey, cut to the chase

Well, your famous last words are a hard act to follow
And too much heat, is too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Call me 40 below
Ooh, yeah
'Cause I'm cold, ah
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go
Well call me 40 below

Well, I could take a littlе cold shot
And try and ease your situation
I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby
Dig on my refrigеration
Shiverin' a-shakin' and the whole routine
You get a fast, crash course
In air conditioning
Yeah, my freezer's just hummin'

Stick your face in the artic blast
And tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh yeah
'Cause the ice-man's comin'

I'll give you bright, red cheeks and a runny nose
Like when the car don't start and your booty's froze
It's like you been there before
Well, honey, what do ya know... ho, ho ho

Well, call me 40 Below, woah
And I'm cold, yeah
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go
Call me 40 Below

Feel me whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' 'round your knees
I can drop below zero any moment, baby
I'm talkin' forty degrees
Ah, yeah

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So if you sneakin' down my backstreets
I suggest you button up
I don't think ya wanna test me, mama
I'm a tough, little fuck, woah

Well, your famous last words are a hard act to follow
And too much heat, is too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Well call me 40 below, ooh, yeah
And I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go
Well, call me 40 below

And I'm cold

One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go
Well, call me 40 below
Yeah, you feelin' so cold, baby
Button up, mama, yeah
Better zip it back up

Gotta stand on my feet, baby
Clap your hands together
Pray for sunny weather (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Don't light that match, no way
I'm melting
Oh, you're a horrible, horrible crowd