 When I light the fuse, I gotta get back quick. You gotta be careful where the dynamite sticks. Son of a gun, she's fun to handle. And she packs a punch like a Roman candle. She's a pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper. My little darling is a firecracker. We might not ought to take a roll in the hay. Cause we've burned a barn down for one of these days. We're a match made in heaven and it ain't no joke.