Forests turnin' brown
(Then they're fallin' down)
And the sky is gray
(Hazy, smoky gray)
Singein' never stops
(Flames in the tree tops)
Go from May to May
(Torchin' every day)

I'll be chafin' warm
(Where is the rain storm?)
Feel just like crème brulée
(Here it's called "flan," OK?)

California's burnin'
(California's burnin')
Each year from May to May

Watch that burnin' Birch
The whole stand is flambé
Gonna take down all the trees. . .
Whatever's in the way
(Soon they're all passé)

You know, the Beech are toasted poles
(Beech are roasted poles)
Deciduous soufflé
(Dis could be Dante)

California's burnin'
(California's burnin')
Each year from May to May

Forests burnin' down
(Turnin' smoky brown)
And the sky is gray
(Is it night or day?)
Singein' never stops
(More retardant drops!)
Go from May to May
(Torchin' every day)

Mornin' sky is yeller
(There's a smokey smell here)
As the leaves decay
(It's straight from Dante)

California's burnin'
(California's burnin')
Each year from May to May
California's burnin'
The winter's like L.A.
California's burnin'
More new fires every day