I found a copy of this on a 78 rpm disc years ago and neither of the versions posted above were exactly as the one I have. I don't have access to my disc, it's buried somewhere around here but I started performing this one years ago and still pull it out of my bag of obscurity when I can. My version goes like this-

They call her Flamin' Mamie.
She'll fry your baby.
She's the hottest gal in town.

She's a scorcher.
She sure loves torture.
She's the gal that burns'em down.

All the flappers are yearnin',
Because no one compares.
She's just like a furnace.
She carries fire insurance,
On everything she wears.

Talk about lovin',
She's a human oven.
It's so hard to understand.
It may sound funny,
But baby money burns,
Right in her hand.

A fireman so old that he had to retire.
He said that she's the hottest thing since the Chicago fire.

Flamin' Mamie,
She'll fry your baby.
She's the hottest gal in town.
She's the hottest gal around.

Line Breaks <br> added. Reggie Miles? Where have you been all this time, Reggie? Welcome back!
-Joe Offer-