OhMyGodImOnFire

See him running from the porch
Like some kind of human torch
Orange tendrils everywhere
Acrid stench of burning hair
Flailing like a drowning bird
In the dirt he scrawls this word:
"O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-I-M-O-N-F-I-R-E"

Burning bright from head to shoe
Stopping, dropping, rolling too
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Local news is on the scene
See the writing on the screen:
"O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-I-M-O-N-F-I-R-E
S-O-M-E-B-O-D-Y-P-U-T-M-E-O-U-T
F-O-R-C-R-Y-I-N-G-O-U-T-L-O-U-D"

[Screaming]

I can hear the neighbours say
"Never liked him anyway"
As I watch on my TV
They sweep away his dusty plea
"O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-I-M-O-N-F-I-R-E"