Firehouse 35

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

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.

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.

So here's a root and here's a toot for the gals of I'll repute,

At last it can be told why they're racin' up those poles,

Just ask the boys in firehouse 35.