(to the tune of We Three Kings) We six guys of 51 are;
ans'ring to dangers near and far.
Trouble breathing, buildings burning.
Firemen's what we are. oh-oh
Early morning, dead of night;
naught will halt our furious flight.
Desperate pleadings we are heeding;
responding to your every plight. Broken limbs or stuck with glue;
trapped and don't know what to do.
Have no fear, they're almost here.
Ready to rescue you. Chorus All is calm at the station again;
searching a mouse Chet devises a plan.
Though determined, not succeeding.
And once more alarm bells ring. Chorus House aflame in every room;
those inside prepare for their doom.
Tanks exploding sound foreboding.
Hope they will get here soon! Chorus Exhausted men return from a run;
food and TV sure sound fun.
Counting blessing while they rest.
A grueling shift almost done. Chorus
