Felice Brothers - Fire At The Pageant Lyrics
Holland's papa wouldn't stay in the groundDead and buried and he walked into townLord God, what is ma to do?Mama's so mad 'cause he muddied up his suitCaught in a thorn bush, blowing on a fluteLord God, what is ma to do?1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, thousandEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Calm down, calm down, calm down1, 2, 4, fire, fire at the pageantEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Calm down, calm down, calm downAnd if he did drive into townEveryone would stand around and stareThe Holland's girl would catch a glimpseIn the mirror as she crimps her hairHolland's papa wouldn't stay in the groundDead and buried and he walked into townLord God, what is ma to do?Mama's so mad 'cause she can't scare him offEven if she's wrapped in a tableclothOh Lord, what is ma to do?1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, thousandEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Calm down, calm down, calm down1, 2, 4, fire, fire at the pageantEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Calm down, calm down, calm down1, 2, 4, fire, fire at the pageantEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Calm down, calm down, calm down1, 2, 4, fire, fire at the pageantEverybody calm down, please stop shoutingGo on, run, call 911Ha, ha, ha, haYou're supposed to be dead, Mr. HollandHa, ha, ha, ha, haYou're supposed to be dead, go back to sleep
