Fireball - Hue & Cry

Baby don’t take cash

Baby don’t take credit

Baby takes it out

Gets ninety-odd pounds of flesh

And she puts it to work

Pixel-perfect

When she’s in my hand

Catch her in the morning

Wandering through some foreign land

She’s burning like a fireballl

She’s consuming one and all

A sight that delights and appalls me

Roaring like a hurricane

Leaving nothing quite the same

Bringing good stuff to my brain

Such a big noise in the room

She talks, she booms

(and you know it’s true)

Everybody got to get with her plan

Makes a hundred-thousand

In one single day

(you know it’s true)

That she’s right on her righteous way