He bought a handsome love nest,
but his high -flying spouse
She wears a crimson skirt,
a fireman's hat, red flannel shirt.
Clang goes the bell and she's off,
in a cloud of confusion and dirt.
won't sit home by her fireside.
she'd rather bounce in the
How she hangs on, nobody knows.
High up they throw her while she hollers,
More the fireman's bride.
as the fireman's songs collide.
High as a kite, ain't she a sight,
With his head bowed in grief,
Chief, he says, I'm resigning,
but I'll donate my spouse
Then the chief said, of course,
But if you're throwing her out, son,
she can sleep in with me and my horse.
But I believe she's got the cheat
Holding her skirt to gain the aloof
Men, you remember, are not fireproof
They see what goes on and yell,
They leave a place waiting for days