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)