Never thought this is how I'd go
Sittin' here barstool high
Never knew when but now I know
It's lookin' like a Friday night
It turns out the hottest part of the flame
Is the blue there in her eyes
She's the kind of wild that just don't care
If you make it out alive
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, yeah
Ain't a shot of snakebite in this bar
That's ever gonna burn like her
She gonna melt a hole in the hardwood floor
If the roof don't blow off first
She's TNT in tight blue jeans
And I'm gonna wind up hurt
She gonna make me buy a diamond ring
Or a pine box in the dirt
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Yeah, yeah
The way this is goin', ain't no way of knowin'
If I'll make it 'tll closin' time
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, no
Can't take much more
911 Video (MV)
Performed By: Kameron Marlowe
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: John Russell Pierce, Micah M. Wilshire, Wyatt Colton McCubbin
Kameron Marlowe - 911 Lyrics
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English
Never thought this is how I'd go
Sittin' here barstool high
Never knew when but now I know
It's lookin' like a Friday night
It turns out the hottest part of the flame
Is the blue there in her eyes
She's the kind of wild that just don't care
If you make it out alive
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, yeah
Ain't a shot of snakebite in this bar
That's ever gonna burn like her
She gonna melt a hole in the hardwood floor
If the roof don't blow off first
She's TNT in tight blue jeans
And I'm gonna wind up hurt
She gonna make me buy a diamond ring
Or a pine box in the dirt
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Yeah, yeah
The way this is goin', ain't no way of knowin'
If I'll make it 'tll closin' time
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, no
Can't take much more
Sittin' here barstool high
Never knew when but now I know
It's lookin' like a Friday night
It turns out the hottest part of the flame
Is the blue there in her eyes
She's the kind of wild that just don't care
If you make it out alive
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, yeah
Ain't a shot of snakebite in this bar
That's ever gonna burn like her
She gonna melt a hole in the hardwood floor
If the roof don't blow off first
She's TNT in tight blue jeans
And I'm gonna wind up hurt
She gonna make me buy a diamond ring
Or a pine box in the dirt
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Yeah, yeah
The way this is goin', ain't no way of knowin'
If I'll make it 'tll closin' time
Somebody better call 911
There's a five alarm fire in here
It's about five foot four
And you can't put it out with an ice cold beer
I'm lookin' at a heart attack
Lookin' right back at me, through the smoke
Good Lord, somebody better call 911
'Cause if somebody don't
Don't know if I can take much more
Oh, no
Can't take much more
Writer: John Russell Pierce, Micah M. Wilshire, Wyatt Colton McCubbin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.