Jayne Mansfield Too Hot To Handle
Hot, hot, much too hot to handle
The lady's a dish
Too hot to handle
Her every wish must be obeyed
You'll have to learn how to live in the sun with no sign of shade
Because the lady's much too much, too hot to handle
The lady is hot
Too hot to handle
The lady does not act like a prude
Just try a kiss in the dark and you'll think you've been barbequed
Because the lady's much too much, too hot to handle
The lady is much
Too hot to handle
Her tenderest touch
a tropical thrill
Unless you think you can live like a steak on a silver grill
Well then, the lady's much too much, too hot to handle
Now, teachers and scholars, professors and mystics
have all of them studied her vital statistics
Presidents, ministers leaders of nations have broken off talks to discuss her
gyrations
Here's the decision they got to
Too much, much too hot to handle
The signal is red
As Shakespeare once said
Gee what a dame
So here's your chance to behave like a moth round a candle flame
Because the lady's much too much, too hot to handle
The lady's a trap
Much too much, too hot to handle
So don't be a sap
Take my advice
Keep well away or expect to be burnt as a sacrifice
Because the lady's much too much, too hot to handle
Too hot to handle
