Need in me to burn things d-down
(Talking 'bout my aberration)
Jumpin flames all over town
(To firefighters' consternation)
Spring water they spray is c-c-cold
(Gonna need an inundation)
Houses fry, the four I just sold
(Hope there's indemnification)

This is my conflagration
This is my conflagration, flaming

Soon as they spray fl-flames away
(They return to the fire station)
I throw lighted cig. . .flophouse flamb-b-bé
(Prompting mass evacuation)
I'm not tryin' to resist big t-t-temptation
(In fact, there's no hesitation)
Of causin' a rout by in-c-c-c-cineration

This is my conflagration
This is my conflagration, blazing

They'll put me one d-day away
(Talking 'bout incarceration)
The "pokey," the "big house," as they s-s-say
(Using arson legislation)
Till then I will follow my in-cl-cl-clination
(Inflames my imagination)
To replicate flames portrayed i-i-i-in damnation
(Do arsonists get salvation?)
Once, lush upon this mount was fo-r-r-restation
(Smokey lost his habitation)

This is my conflagration
This is my conflagration, flaming

Need in me to burn things d-down
(Talking 'bout my flame fixation)
Jungles green I turn to b-b-brown
(To tree-huggers' consternation)
Then one day I got too b-b-bold
(Tried to burn down police station)
"Smoke this guy!" by judge cops were told
(Talking 'bout incarceration)

This is my con "vacation"
This is my con vocation: plating.