Baby's on [A]fire, better throw her in the [G]water,
Look at her [A]laughing, like a heifer to the [G]slaughter.
Baby's on [A]fire, and all the laughing boys are [G]bitching,
Waiting for [A]photos, oh the plot is so be[G]witching.
Rescuers [A]row row, do your best to change the [G]subject,
Blow the wind [A]blow blow, lend some assistance to the [G]object.
Photographers [A]snip snap, take your time, she's only [G]burning,
This kind of ex[A]perience is necessary for her [G]learning.
If you'll be my [A]flotsam, I could be half the man I [G]used to,
They said you were [A]hot stuff, and that's what baby's been re[G]duced to.

{c:(blistering SOLO by Robert Fripp)}

Juanita and [A]Juan, very clever with ma[G]racas,
Making their [A]fortunes selling second-hand to[G]baccos.
Juan dances at [A]Chito's, and when the clients are e[G]victed,
He empties the [A]ashtrays, and pockets all that he's col[G]lected.
But baby's on [A]fire, all the instruments a[G]gree that
Her temperature's [A]rising, and any idiot would [G]know that.