Written by Winston Hubert McIntosh
Coming in hot, hot, hot.
Firing some shot, shot, shot.
Coming in red hot, hot, hot.
It's a musical shot, shot, shot.
I've just cleaned up me muzzle.
I've just load me barrel.
And I've cock me hammer.
Cause I'm gonna pull me trigger.
One minute after dozing
I thought that I was a blazing.
My blood it was a boiling
it was amazing.
Next day it went higher
the whole a me catch a fire.
I couldn't take it no longer
I ha' fe choking' on some cold ice water.
I got up the other day
my heat it never went away.
A hundred and three on the hour
I had to head for the shower.