(To the music of Great White's 'Once Burnt, Twice Shy')

Well the times are gettin' hard for me little girl
I'm a-duckin' and a-runnin' from this Rhode-Island world
I can't remember when I got the OK call
Sayin it's allright to light them all off.

I didn't know what rock-n-roll was
Until I met my pyro tech on the tour bus
I just didn't get there quite on time
Before he threw the switch and committed the crime

Now it's the middle of the night and the club is burned down
And all that's left are ashes on the blackened ground
I'm feelin' tired and I'm feelin' kinda beat
The belching toxic smoke sure knocks me off my feet

I didn't know about the egg-crate insulation
And then you got caught in the door of the Station
Instead of out back to the Station's parking lot
Security pushed you to the club's front

Fry, fry, fry, once lit, you're fried babe
Fry, fry, fry, once lit, you're fried babe
Fry, fry, fry, once lit, you're fried babe
Fry, fry, fry, once lit, you're fried babe

Woman you're a mess, and now you're a ghost
There's blood on my amp and my Les Paul's toast
I couldn't keep him from messin' around
They said my pyro-tech's the best 'flick' around

You didn't know that rock-n-roll burned
We lit off a gerb, and you ended in an urn
We got the pyro, we got the show
A ten gallon hat won't cover my e-go

You didn't know about my pyro-technic need
Until caught up in the hu-man stam-pede
I told you, it was only just for fun
But look at you, it's dark and now you're gone

Fry, fry, fry, once lit, you're fried babe