Music & Lyrics by Scott Cooley.
Capsaicin, got my heartbeat racin'
All the blood rushin' to my head
Thinkin', gotta do some cold water drinkin'
Before I fall down dead
Hot sauce, yeah, my baby's makin' hot sauce for me
Hot sauce, alright, my baby's got some hot sauce for me
Just a little bit on the tip of my tongue
My baby's hot sauce be hotter than the sun
Hot sauce, yeah
My eyes be waterin', can't you hear me hollerin'
I can't see a damned thing
My nose be runnin', Kleenex I be comin'
I'll blow my nose, and then I'll sing about
Hot sauce, yeah, my baby makes it hot for me
Hot sauce, alright, she's gotta lotta sauce for me
It only takes a drop on the top of my tongue
My honey's hot sauce is hotter than the sun
Hot sauce, yeah
I fell in love with this girl from New Orleans
She said her sauce was so hot that it would make me scream
At first I didn't believe her, I had to try for myself
So then she took a little bottle down off of the shelf
I said go ahead baby, and then I stuck out my tongue
Next thing I knew, I was in love
Hot sauce, yeah, my woman's got the hots for me
My honey child likes hot sauce, alright, she make a lotta sauce for me
It only takes a drip on the tip of my tongue
My little lady's hot sauce is number one
Hot sauce, gonna get me some, 'cause my girlie makes it just for me
She makes hot sauce, yeah, I get all I want for free
Talkin' 'bout hot sauce, alright, my baby's got it hot for me
Hot sauce, gave me a scoville thrill, and now I needs ta chill
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