Weekend at the Fire Academy

How quaint, you can spit farther than me?

Your life straight from a movie scene

Now on a movie screen, silver skies and black eyes

I want a piece of the cake, get your hands off my presents

Kiss on the face, slap on the cheek

I'll be the one who takes my chances

Sort of sad, isn't it?

It's hard to forget the friend who

Makes the scene on TV

My baby makes the scene on TV

She makes those scenes on TV

Oh yeah

Who's like that anyway?

Anyway, anyway, anyway, who's like that?

Anyway, anyway, anyway, who's like that?