I don’t know how old I was
But it was a ’65 pickup
I was lying on the ground
With flat iron bars over my head
One silver drop is all you need
To put a hole in your head at 2000 degrees
That’s right man, you be the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees
That’s hot *2
And over my head the hot wire was sparking
I got something down on my chest
And it began to bubble
I was her parent, my three in a tree
When a drip dropped down on me
That’s right man, I’m the Metal Man
At 2000 degrees
That’s hot