Now, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a-gonna go when the volcano blows
Let me say now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a-gonna go when the volcano blows
But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico (no, no, no)
Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava’s the lover who licks your boots away. Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don’t want to boil as well.
Be-be-better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.