HOT SHIT IN A CAN

Oh. Oh! Oh. Oh!
Well, I hold my hand in my heart
Thank you Quexidetal
Oh, oh, oh!
And I put my foot in my mouth
That ought to be illegal
Now tell me if you think that I am
Hot shit in a can!

You say it’s all my head
The whole kit and caboodle
So I pretend I didn’t hear what you said
Now that’s using the old noodle

And if I had a brain my head
Would I have let you slip away?
If I could see one step ahead
Would I have given it to those son of a bitches on Wall Street? No way!

Well, I hold my hand in my heart
Thank you Quexidetal
Oh, oh, oh!
And I put my foot in my mouth
That ought to be illegal
Now tell me if you think that I am
Hot shit in a can!

Oh, my legs, my legs. Oh, my legs!

Well, I hold my hand in my heart
Thank you Quexidetal
Oh-oh-oh!
Thank you, Quexidetal
Thank you, Quexidetal, Quexidetal
Thank you, Quexidetal, Quexidetal
Thank you, Quexidetal

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

HOT SHIT IN A CAN