Hey man, have you ever heard talking about Frankie Pyroman?
Do you wonder? Really wonder? I'd tell you man if you wonder!
Well,man just to begin Frank was a boy about seventeen.
Do you hear me? Do you believe me? God is witness, man, seventeen!
Frank's mom was a bakeress, his dad a respectable retired fireman. Are you smiling? Don't you believe me? And this is just the beginning!
Hey Frank! C'mon bring your friends tonight there's the annual school-dance! There's enough beers and gasoline for everyone!
C'mon friends! I wanna hear them scream like bitches and waste like matches!
And we know better certainly they have something to pay!
But just when we arrived there, something happened, something weird. I remained still to stare, while the others started the plan.
But you were there in your flaming dress, and I was dying to ask you to dance, and I danced, and I danced, with the fairest shoes I have.
And we danced, and we danced all night long we danced... And I don't even heard while everybody fled, just the flames danced with us and in the meanwhile all around had turned to ashes, just like me and you!