The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
A desert maker that's his aim
Giddy up, burn-up, not fade away
He basks while all around him burns
These words ignite and pave his way
Giddy up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
Eager and willing to torch the land
King Salamander that's his name
He's the blazing rubber making tracks, the blue touch paper at your back
He radiates with urgency, hypnotize
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
And the fire starter from within
He likes to watch the buildings burn
His ardor smoulders, phosphorous flies
Sings these words in fervid frame
Jack jump over the candlestick
He likes to watch the pyres burn
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Stoke the furnace, feed his need, this thirst for fire is all he seeks
Pokes out from fever blistered grin
All fire and brimstone, this Salamander King
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
