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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