Fireman Joe McGee,
who married in June,
wants to be free.
He bought a handsome love nest,
but his high -flying spouse
likes the firehouse.
She wears a crimson skirt,
a fireman's hat, red flannel shirt.
Clang goes the bell and she's off,
boys,
in a cloud of confusion and dirt.
Oh, the fireman's ride,
the fireman's ride,
won't sit home by her fireside.
From all accounts,
she'd rather bounce in the
fireman's net.
She leaps to the engine
and clings to the hose.
How she hangs on, nobody knows.
Out comes the net,
and then over she goes.
High up they throw her while she hollers,
More, the fireman's bride.
People confide
as the fireman's gongs collide.
High as a kite, ain't she a sight,
Naughty fireman's bride.
With his head bowed in grief,
McGee gave his badge
back to the chief.
Chief, he says, I'm resigning,
but I'll donate my spouse
to the firehouse.
Then the chief said, of course,
we've never employed
girls on the force.
But if you're throwing her out, son,
she can sleep in with me and my horse.
So the fireman's bride,
the fireman's bride
Hasn't got any fireside
But I believe she's got the cheat
Not to mention the force
She runs up the ladder
and swings to the roof
Holding her skirt to gain the aloof
Men, you remember, are not fireproof
They see what goes on and yell,
To obtain the hose
on the fireman's ride
The man on the hide
is extremely undignified
They leave a place waiting for days
Oh, the fireman's ride