I used to buy me a firecracker
To get me a little thrill
Bottle rockets and roman candles
I just couldn't get my fill
But now I found me a cherry bomb
And she blows me away

Fireball
Well she burns red hot and that's not all
Fireball
My thermometer pops when I touch my Fireball

Barrel bombs really bang the gong
But still they don't compare
To the dynamite when she holds me tight
The fireworks are there
You can talk all you want about M-80s
But there's no charge at all, next to my

(Chorus)

(She's pure dynamite, Miss TNT....)

(2nd verse)
(Chorus, etc., etc.,)