I change my nail gun
and I twiddle my thumbs,
A little nervous but it sure is fun, come on baby, ya drive me crazy,
goodness gracious great balls of fire

The story:

I hear lyrics wrong all the time. I have to rely on others to help me out of my sticky situations. Usually it's my wife who hears it correctly. She rolls her eyes, looks at me like, "your kidding right?" and tells me what they really say.