Women got legs, men got pants,
I got the picnic, you got the ants...
Put it in the fire, heaven knows,
take my torch and touch your toes in hell,
it's a burning hell...

You can burn in hell...
Oh, it's a burning hell...
You can burn in hell...
It's a burning hell...

Women don't fret, boys don't bet,
let me see your silhouette in hell...
Women above me take my love,
love, love, love, love, love, love, love...

It's a burning hell...
It's a burning hell...
Baby, baby, baby, I'm hell! Hell!
It's a burning hell, yeah...

Girl stop moving, boy behave,
baby, I'll put you in an early grave in hell...
Love on the ceiling, love on the floor,
I'm gonna leave you burning for more...
Burn in the country, burn downtown,
all the best people are burning down in hell, hell...

It's a burning hell, yeah, yeah, yeah...
You'll burn in hell...
It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter...
Hell, oh baby, I'm hell...

Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!


Riguardo a questo pezzo Ŕ divertente ricordare il solito sarcastico ed ironico commento di Peter: "Delle volte scrivi delle canzoni senza neanche starci a pensare. Delle volte queste sono le migliori, anche se non Ŕ il caso di questa canzone!"