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Rusty, the Red-neck Fire Chief

Rusty, the Red-neck Fire Chief,
Made his men wear dangerous clothes,
And if they ever melted
They’d cling and cause some awful woes.

All of the City’s Firemen
Think he’s daft and has no shame.
They’ll never let Joe’s Rusty
Be their City’s claim to fame.

‘Cause one tragic summer’s eve
Sadness came to stay.
Rusty with his neck so red,
Because of him, nine men are dead.

Now how his firemen loathe him
As they shout for all the world to see.
Rusty, the Red-neck Fire Chief,
That’s all that you’ll ever be.

Lee Walton

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