Everybody know
When he's coming to town
They're locking the doors
And they don't make a soundPeople want him dead
But he won't die, yeah
First he's got to live
With the things that he didPeople want him leaving
But he ain't leaving soon
He gets him some smokes
And some hoes and a hotel roomAnd then you best watch
When he's through
He clinches his fists
And he's lookin' for you'Cause Darren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his handsDarren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his handsDarren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his handsDarren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow upAva's got a Frank Sinatra tune
Ava's got the sun
And the wind
And the moonAva's got a lawyer
And a baller
And a 4-foot taller
And a bullfighter from Spain tooBut I guess
You would never forget
The way she moves
She removes your stress"Ain't got a clue 'bout nothing like this"
That's what she said
And she means what she said'Cause Ava's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her handAva's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her handAva's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her handAva's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand