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 bitching

Waiting for photos

Oh the plot is so bewitching Rescuers row, row

Do your best to change the subject

Blow the wind blow, blow

Lend some assistance to the object Photographers snip snap

Take your time, she's only burning

This kind of experience

Is necessary for her learning If you'll 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" Juanita and Juan

Very clever with maracas

Makin' their fortunes

Selling second-hand tobaccos Juan dances at Chico's

And when the clients are evicted

He empties the ashtrays

And pockets all that he's collected But baby's on fire

And all the instruments agree that

Her temperature's rising

But any idiot would know that