Call the Fire Brigade  (Words and Music by Rick Springfield) Feel like I'm on a desert island Half the Sahara sand in my shoes My throat is as dry as a shotgun I'm gonna overheat and blow a fuse! Back when she was a virgin It was like walking with ice on the ground Now when I think of my hot shot lady Hard to keep my temperature down! And I swear she's gonna burn me down --look out! Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! She's tearing me apart Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! Before the fire starts-- Ooh my sweet firehouse lady, firehouse lady! Mama, call up the fire station I know that you just don't approve Tell them I'm meeting my firehouse lady And they better be ready to move I don't know what shešs gonna do Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! She's tearing me apart Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! Before the fire starts-- Ooh my sweet firehouse lady! Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! She's tearing me apart Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! Before the fire starts-- Call the fire brigade! Call the fire brigade! Firehouse lady, firehouse lady! Firehouse lady, firehouse lady! firehouse lady! (fade)