Lyrics:

Jimmy's running short o' cash, the bar takings have took a crash
Jimmy can't think what to do, the bills in from the local brewery Oi!

Jim's a nutcase round the twist, Jimmy is an arsenist
Jimmy thinks nowt of the cost and sets alight to his own hosterlry

Flames grow high, in the blaze of the borough
Jimmy fried. in the blaze of the borough
The blaze of the borough
HEY!

Windows cracked and bottles broke, the bar and lounge were full o' smoke
Things would soon look bright 'n' sunny when Jim claims the insurance money back
Oi! Jimmy's a crackpot, he forgot, he was trapped inside, the clot
A ring of flames with Jimmy in the middle, he'd cocked up his insurance fiddleoo

(Guitar Bit)

FLAMES GROW HIGH. flames grow high, IN THE BOROUGH Oh
JIMMY FRIED. Oh yes he fried, IN THE BOROUGH Oh