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

Head out

Who wants to go to Fire Lake

And head out

Who wants to go to Fire Lake

Head out

Out to Fire Lake

Who's gonna do it