Fire Down Below

She was the parson's daughter

With her red and rosy cheeks

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

She went to church on Sunday

And sang the anthem sweet

(And there's fire down below)

The parson was a misery

So scraggy and so thin

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

Look here, you motherfuckers

If you lead a life of sin

Then there's fire down below

He took his text from Malachi

And pulled a weary face

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

Well, I fucked off for Africa

And there, I fell from grace

'Cause there's fire down below

The parson's little daughter

Was as sweet as sugar-candy

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

I said to her, "Us sailors

Would make lovers neat and handy"

'Cause there's fire down below

She says to me, "You sailors

Are a bunch of fucking liars"

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

"And all of you are bound to hell

To feed the fucking fires

'Cause there's fire down below"

Well, there's fire down below, my lad

So we must do what we oughta

(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)

'Cause the fire is not half as hot

As the parson's little daughter

And there's fire down below

Yes, there's fire (Fire)

Down (Down)

Below

Yes, there's fire (Fire)

Down (Down)

Below

Yes, there's fire (Fire)

Down (Sown)

Below