Cinco July-o

I'll go over state lines just to get what I want

On the fourth of July that's just one thing in bulk

Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes



Bottle rockets and poppers and fake dynamite

The only problem is using it all in one night

Independence Day gone, I have too much to show



Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3



Oh no, look at your watch its way past 10

The whirly bird flew into the kindling

The Rockets here are louder than a lions den

Uh oh, I think we woke up Mr. Finnegan

The mortar is hotter then La Quinta Inn

These fountains hit me harder than a rolling pin

Please no firecrackers in the garbage bin

Mr hobo can't afford artificial skin

Helicopters high above the Ho Chi Minh

Aint got nothing on this looney bin

Twisted fuses stuck together like Siamese twins

Spells trouble in the long run



The thrill of lights will never wear thin

As long as we indulge in our pyrotechnic sin

While the nosy neighbors bear it and grin

They wanna call the cops again



Ill go over state lines just to get what I want

On the 4th of july its just one thing in bulk

Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes



Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3



His life like that of a fruit fly

To Mr. G.I. Joe we wave goodbye (goodbye)

With a battle cry

The next loud noise is heard nearby

By the Chesterfield FBI

We're not Russian spies

May only good morals apply

Like Chevrolet and apple pie

Sparklers you're next so please stand by

With all the kids from junior high

Faster than the blink of an eye

Our fireworks stash goes bone dry



When Roman candles light my sky

I release a grayish sigh

And mourn the death of my supply

Fifth of July



Lost it all on Cinco July-o