Lyrics:

Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again See the jeaned genie on his high-wire act At the back of his mind lies a suicide pact Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again See the young men itching to burn Waiting for their own star turn Needing danger, a war would do If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again See Houdini and his underwater tricks You were sitting at the front, hoping his locks would stick Watch Knievel hit the 17th bus You got crushed in the souvenir rush Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again I said poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again See the young men itching to burn Waiting for their own star turn Needing danger, a war would do If they can't let it out, they'll pick on you Poor old Johnny Yen set himself on fire again Ladies and gentlemen, here's my disease Give me a standing ovation and your sympathy Come on, somebody, finish him off please Put the poor fool out of his misery, will you Can't you see he's had enough? Finish him off, somebody Next!