My room was checked out, then burned to the earth
My wallet had coughed, the price quite not worth
The trouble this caused, I just wanted fun
On this summer fright, the tourists will run

And as the sounds filled with fright
In the hot summer air
And in the smoke of this fire
Empty wallet was bare
And as I wished for the mirth
Of this room I had found
With this hot flaming fire, it was bringing it down...

This pointless attack, from fires of old
That brought down too much of hotels so bold
So with this fire, vacationers feared
Spent on this burned room, my cash disappeared

And as I wished that I stayed
At my home, far from flares
And at the start of my trip
Fire siren had blared
And as I knew that my fun
On this vacation ground
With this hot flaming fire, all my dreams had burned down

("Silent Night" chimes solo)

And now, without my hotel
My vacation has died
And as I high-tail it home
I could not help but cry
So now I've outlawed this place
From my trips years around
For that hot flaming fire made me turn car around....