Let me tell ya bout a guy I know He wasn't just your average Joe He had the whole wide world at his feet He knew everyone walking down the street He had a very large appetite For the ladies and the spotlight He would always win when he rolled the dice You could pay him for his good advice Stop drop and roll Stop Drop and roll Stop drop and roll Cause he's on fire Let me tell ya bout a gal I know She slapped the bass and picked the banjo Folks would get in line just to watch her play She wore a mini skirt and a French beret A heart of gold and ahead of her time She sang in key, and spoke in rhyme She would always get the ace of spades Her future was so bright she had to wear shades! Stop drop and roll Stop Drop and roll Stop drop and roll Cause she's on fire