Boy me a' fie go leave that town
Here ya know 'cause it's too hot
Too hot, this town is too hot
Now they're calllin' for their guns
About to spoil the rude boys funs
But rude boys never give up
Their guns, it's too hot
No man, can tell them
What to do, pound for pound
They say, they're ruder than you
They are boss and no back down
You might have a couple you like
Choose your burial site
Take insurance, make up your will
Come out and tell them, fight them
The soldiers came back to you, without them
The police force are afraid
They can't even touch them
They say you think you're bad
Why don't you come out yourself
These boys are spoiling for a fight
Fighting tonight, they don't lie, it's too hot
Too hot, too hot, too hot
Artist: Joan Jett
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Artist: Paul Mccartney