From the musical “Central Park”, 1944
Words by Dorothy Fields
Music by Sigmund Romberg
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Firemen Joe MeGee, 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!
Refrain:
The Fireman’s Bride, the Fireman’s Bride
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 ‘er
While she hollers “Mow-er”
The Fireman’s bride, people confide
Has the fireman goggle-eyed
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 fire-house”
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”
Sooo!
Refrain:
The Fireman’s Bride, the Fireman’s Bride
Hasn’t got any fireside
But I belief she’s got the chief
Not to mention the force
She runs up the ladder and swings to the roof
Holding her skirts gaily aloof
Men, you remember, are not fireproof
They see what goes on and yell “Turn the hose on”
The Fireman’s Bride, flat on her hide
Is extremely undignified
They leave a blaze burning for days
For the Fireman’s bride