Firehouse 35 - Phil Ochs

I've often wondered why, as a fireman races by,
How often have I said, "why are fire engines red? "
Just ask the boys in firehouse 35

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Singin' firehouse thirty five, firehouse thirty five
In between all the fires they are quenchin' their desires,
There's a hot time in firehouse thirty five.

It's a sin and it's a shame, I thought checkers was their game,
But I found to my suprise why there's fire in their eyes,
Just ask the boys in firehouse 35.

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It's a fire marshall's dream, they blow away their steam,
But to make them leave their charms you need four or five alarms,
Just ask the boys in firehouse 35.

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So here's a root and here's a toot for the gals of ill repute,
At last it can be told why they're racin' up those poles,
Just ask the boys in firehouse 35.

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