A song I've loved for a dozen years...
When the sun goes down,
And the bands are back to bed,
The brothers come 'round.
I get out of my dirty bed.
I shake my pretty little head.
Tap my pretty little feet.
Feelin' brighter than sunlight,
Louder than thunder,
Bouncing like a yo-yo.
Don't got no problems.
Ain't got no suitcase.
Ain't got no clothes to worry about.
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand
With the chilliest bunch in the land.
They don't look much,
They sure chilly chilly,
They positively glow glow, huh.
Chilly down with the fire gang.
Think small with the fire gang.
Bad hep with the fire gang.
When your thing gets wild,
Chilly down, chilly down with the fire gang.
Act tall with the fire gang.
Good times, bad food.
When your thing gets wild,
Chilly down, chilly down.
