| 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 | |
| Watch Knievel hit the 17th bus | |
| You got crushed in the souvenir rush | |
| 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 | |
| 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! |