Death or Glory

You sound a little crazy
But it could be the heat
I'm roasted like a chestnut
By the fire of your feet
Your body's a furnace
Your love is a forge

Won't you tame your man
Hot George

Now Georgie was a female
As females go
She moved fast like a jaguar
Melted all like snow
She was a foxy heater
Rotating like the sun

Won't you tame your man
Hot George

Won't you tame your man
Hot George

Path of the inferno
He was a bronzed bell punk
He drunk up the rainbow
To get his girl drunk
He lay by the mission bell
To keep his guns all clean

Why don't you understand
Hot George

Why don't you understand
Hot George

Why don't you understand
Hot George