I'm A Fireman's Love 1912

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 02 Mar 2006
2006

Hear that bell,
ain't it swell,
it's hook and ladder forty nine
I know it well.
Down the street,
ain't it neat!
There's my honey baby
on the very front seat.
He won't flirt
with a skirt.
For I own all the heart
that beats beneath his shirt:
see them fly,
he will soon be here
I'll have a chance
to kiss my dear.

I'm a fireman's love,
oh yes, a fireman's love,
I love him from his boots below
to helmet above;
when I find I'm lonesome
for his manly arm,
why I go to the corner
and ring up the alarm.
Then he calls to me,
where can the fire be?
And I say in my heart,
it's burning just for thee.
No steamboat captain or engineer
is ever going to be my dear.
He hugs just like a bear,
coos like a dove,
I'm a fireman's love.

I'm a fireman's love,
oh yes, a fireman's love,
I love him from his boots below
to helmet above;
when I find I'm lonesome
for his manly arm,
why I go to the corner
and ring up the alarm.
Then he calls to me,
where can the fire be?
And I say in my heart,
it's burning just for thee.
No steamboat captain or engineer
is ever going to be my dear.
He hugs just like a bear,
coos like a dove,
I'm a fireman's love.

There he goes
with the hose,
what he don't know 'bout fires
then nobody knows,
see him crawl
up the wall,
my poor heart stops beating then
for fear he may fall.
He's my pet
you can bet,
if I must be a fire bug
I'll get him yet:
I know he's goin'
to change my name
because he said I was his flame.

I'm a fireman's love,
oh yes, a fireman's love,
I love him from his boots below
to helmet above;
when I find I'm lonesome
for his manly arm,
why I go to the corner
and ring up the alarm.
Then he calls to me,
where can the fire be?
And I say in my heart,
it's burning just for thee.
No steamboat captain or engineer
is ever going to be my dear.
He hugs just like a bear,
coos like a dove,
I'm a fireman's love.

I'm a fireman's love,
oh yes, a fireman's love,
I love him from his boots below
to helmet above;
when I find I'm lonesome
for his manly arm,
why I go to the corner
and ring up the alarm.
Then he calls to me,
where can the fire be?
And I say in my heart,
it's burning just for thee.
No steamboat captain or engineer
is ever going to be my dear.
He hugs just like a bear,
coos like a dove,
I'm a fireman's love.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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I'm A Fireman's Love 1912
Music by Raymond Walker
Lyrics by Thomas J. Gray
© MCMXII by Jerome H. Remick & Co. N.Y. & Detroit
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 02 March 2006 at 09.34
in association with Doug Grierson
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