Charred and lighting,
I see my furniture frying.
fires on wires,
Someone call the fire patrol.

Call, Call, Call,
How did this ever transpire?
My range is flaming,
The gas in that stove's gonna blow.

Smells just like burning tires,
As the heat longs on the wires,
Did you not watch the fry?
My burning stove!

No, no, no!
I feel the whole structure frying,
Help me to taming,
This combusting fire of mine.
Churning, churning, churning
And everything's fueling,
I think I'm startin' to choke,
Where's that air line?

Smells just like burning tires,
As the heat longs on the wires,
Did you not watch the fry?
My burning stove!

What dummy hoser,
Wired this place up so shoddy?
This can't be healthy,
The flames are now whipping my way,
Starting to seethe.
I've a zest for retreating.

Not Alrighty,
I got a raw burn on my leg,
As the kissing flames shift higher,
And they lit my pants on fire,
And caused my leg to fry,
My burning limb;
My burning limb.
Ow, Ow, burning limb.

(Fade)

It's just a hunka-junka burning stove
It's just a hunka-junka burning stove
It's just a hunka-junka burning stove
It's just a hunka-junka burning stove
It's just a hunka-junka burning stove