fire marshall willy
dreadnoughts, the
when the night is cold and the hours are long
i think about good times now long since gone
but no memory pleases me more to recall
than the night that dear willy came out on a crawl
he was 18 for a few hours more
i fed him some whisky as he walked through my door
the sounds of a house-party rolled down the street
so we pounded our pilsner and leapt to our feet
and it earned him the name
oh we led him away to the depths of the house
with jose cuervo and old famous grouse
he took 15 shots in the blink of an eye
fell under the porch by the bbq side
and they told him just sit down instead
do touch that extinguisher shiny and red
but william was drunk as i'd ere seen a man
and so the insanity surely began
and it earned him the name
10 minutes later he flashed me a smile
there wasn't combustion within 20 miles
he'd hosed every chap in the whole fucking place
and threw his cold water right in justine's face
when the night is cold and the hours are long
i think about good times now long since gone
but no memory gives me more pleasure then
than the night that dear willy became a new man
and it earned him the name
and it earned him the name