I’ll go over state lines just to get what I want   On the fourth of July that’s just one thing in bulk   Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes      Bottle rockets and poppers and fake dynamite   The only problem is using it all in one night   Independence Day gone, I have too much to show      Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3      Oh no, look at your watch its way past 10   The whirly bird flew into the kindling    The Rockets here are louder than a lions den   Uh oh, I think we woke up Mr. Finnegan   The mortar is hotter then La Quinta Inn   These fountains hit me harder than a rolling pin   Please no firecrackers in the garbage bin    Mr hobo can’t afford artificial skin   Helicopters high above the Ho Chi Minh   Aint got nothing on this looney bin   Twisted fuses stuck together like Siamese twins   Spells trouble in the long run      The thrill of lights will never wear thin   As long as we indulge in our pyrotechnic sin   While the nosy neighbors bear it and grin    They wanna call the cops again      Ill go over state lines just to get what I want   On the 4th of july its just one thing in bulk    Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes      Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3      His life like that of a fruit fly   To Mr. G.I. Joe we wave goodbye (goodbye)   With a battle cry   The next loud noise is heard nearby   By the Chesterfield FBI    We’re not Russian spies   May only good morals apply   Like Chevrolet and apple pie   Sparklers you’re next so please stand by   With all the kids from junior high   Faster than the blink of an eye   Our fireworks stash goes bone dry      When Roman candles light my sky    I release a grayish sigh   And mourn the death of my supply   Fifth of July      Lost it all on Cinco July-o