Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are b*******
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row, row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow Joe
Lend some a**istance to the object
If you'd be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what baby's been reduced to
The need to have fun
Very clever with maracas
Making their fortune
Selling second-hand tobaccos
We danced at Chico's
And when the fires started b*******
He empties their ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected
My baby's on fire
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
And any idiot would know that
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are b*******
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row, row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow Joe
Lend some a**istance to the object
If you'd be my flotsam
I could be half the man I used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what baby's been reduced to
The need to have fun
Very clever with maracas
Making their fortune
Selling second-hand tobaccos
We danced at Chico's
And when the fires started b*******
He empties their ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected
My baby's on fire
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising
And any idiot would know that