Ooh, hot stuff all over my nachos, walking like a taco, driving over potholes, hotter than a pot roast/Fingers on my hot chips, red-handed come on man, now I'ma need some chopsticks/Quietly I leave the house, I need another outfit, flyer than a maggot on the wall inside a cockpit/Speaking of desire man you're preaching to the choir man, my tongue is doing fine but the roof is on fire