Lyrics

[Verse 1] Baby's on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter [Verse 2] Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching Waiting for photos Oh the plot is so bewitching [Verse 3] Rescuers row, row Do your best to change the subject Blow the wind blow, blow Lend some assistance to the object [Verse 4] Photographers snip snap Take your time, she's only burning This kind of experience Is necessary for her learning [Verse 5] 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" [Guitar Solo: Robert Fripp] [Verse 6] Juanita and Juan Very clever with maracas Makin' their fortunes Selling second-hand tobaccos [Verse 7] Juan dances at Chico's And when the clients are evicted He empties the ashtrays And pockets all that he's collected [Verse 8] But baby's on fire And all the instruments agree that Her temperature's rising But any idiot would know that