I've been kicking a** since the dawn of time
I'm just a k**ing man that's reached my k**ing prime
I burn and I plunder as it suits my desire
The weapon of my choice is "great balls of fire"
Chorus:
So why, I ask, it just doesn't make much sense
That a man of my stature should have to wear a dress
I mean what, may I inquire, were you thinking on that day
When you conjured up for a man like me a robe that looks so gay
Ahhhh sit right back and your troubles melt away
Ahhhh he uses fire but his robe looks so gay
I was taught my craft at the dawn of pain
You may not like my methods but you'll surely know my name
I just think incendiary thoughts and my hands burst into flames
A few moments later and you'll never be the same
(Chorus)
So if you're embarra**ed and you hang your head in shame
Lack an opportunity to redeem your worthy name
Well just remember this: when next you look to k**
That a man who's truly sk**ed can look quite good in twill
(Chorus)