Who's gonna ride that
chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make
that first mistake
Who wants to wear
those gypsy leathers
All the way
to Fire Lake
Who wants to
break the news
about Uncle Joe
You remember
Uncle Joe
he was the one afraid
to cut the cake
Who wants to tell
poor Aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Who wants to brave
those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long
soft hair falling
Flying as they run
oh they smile so shy
and they flirt so well
And they lay you down
so fast
Till you look straight up
and say
Oh Lord
Am I really here at last
Who wants to play
those eights and aces
Who wants a raise
Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that
long shot gamble
And head out
to Fire Lake
And head out
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?
And head out
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?
And head out
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?
Who's gonna do it
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?
Who wants to
go to Fire Lake?