Break out the barbie, I've got some steaks
Fuelled up on liquor, (kinda sh*t-faced)
I’ll just endeavor to open the valve on
This cask of propane

Break out the matches, set to ignite
Who would have figured following plight?
There’s too much pressure, the fuel has spilled over
Aghast! Lots of flame!

Arlen’s Hank Hill - would have known...
Hope the amb’lance is not postponed
Despair! My hair! Aflare!

(Regret that blast of propane)

Skin, it’s looking like chow mein (that’s quite plain)
Rapid sob’ring from reams of pain!
Declare! Not fair! Burned rare!

To my physician, how I complained
This he did utter: “Drink should have abstained”
I wish I’d never been loop-ed and strove o’er
That gas called propane

Seared the paint an’ scorched the lawn (bushes gone)
Porch succumbin’ to flamey spawn
Deck chairs! Beyond! Repair!

(Dancing flamelettes here)

Amok-y blast of propane

Can’t get no redder, a screw-up deliver-
y blast of propane
Skin’s now shoe-leather, grievious su-ffer-
ing blast of propane
Look like a fritter, now oozious over
That blasted propane
I’m maimed forever; I rue that I hovered
O’er blasted propane