Song parody of
Hot Tamales/Napoleon
by Nick Barnes
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Hot tamales, and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales, and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale
Two for a nickel; four for a dime
Free if you get her 'cross the borderline
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Willy goes down to the corner city
It's a two-man town -- a fuel line and a bar
Still he goes down for the aggravation
Short of vodka, like beside the Seine
With Louis Armstrong reckonin'
And way short of us sittin' here stumpin'
Have you got some on ya
Have you got to get some
Callie from Hell, Indiana
Swears that's bible
"I've no map to prove it, but I could tell you
Stories that'll freeze your frame"
And there's this woman, proud to report
Shot her husband in the ass
The cops came, drug her down; he bailed
And they made hot, sweaty, and sweet
He gets his words and liquor there
Down by the roadside
Scores and forty there
Gives him the insight
Thinks for a minute to get back there
Gets right back to moonshine
Writes it up, thinks it out
Puts it back in store
Hot tamales, and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale
Hot tamales, and they're red hot
Yeah, she got 'em for sale
Two for a nickel; four for a dime
Free if you get her 'cross the borderline
Hot tamales and they're red hot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Willy goes down to the corner city
It's a two-man town -- a fuel line and a bar
Still he goes down for the aggravation
Short of vodka, like beside the Seine
With Louis Armstrong reckonin'
And way short of us sittin' here stumpin'
Have you got some on ya
Have you got to get some
Callie from Hell, Indiana
Swears that's bible
"I've no map to prove it, but I could tell you
Stories that'll freeze your frame"
And there's this woman, proud to report
Shot her husband in the ass
The cops came, drug her down; he bailed
And they made hot, sweaty, and sweet
He gets his words and liquor there
Down by the roadside
Scores and forty there
Gives him the insight
Thinks for a minute to get back there
Gets right back to moonshine
Writes it up, thinks it out
Puts it back in store
