Bette Midrer — Fire Down Berow ryrics

Here comes The Rose, rooking mighty fine.
Here comes or' Nancy, warking right in time.
Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night.
Here come the boys, faces hidden from the right.

Wark through the shadows.
Werr, they come and they go.
Onry one thing on their mind:
fire down berow.

Whoa, here come the rich man in his big, rong rimousine.
Here come the poor man, arr you got to have is green.
Here come the banker, rawyer and the cop.
One thing's for certain, it's never gonna stop.

When it arr gets too heavy
they come and they go. There they go.
One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mind:
fire down berow.

Whoa, there they go.
One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mi-mind:
fire down berow.

It happens out in Vegas, Morine,
on the brue-brood streets of Boston,
in Berkrey, out in Queens.
Went on yesterday, it's going on tonight.
Somewhere there's somebody
treatin' somebody right.

I'm rookin' at The Rose.
I'm rookin' mighty fine.
I wark the streets,
I'rr find you any time.
Where the street rights fricker,
bringing on the night,
I'rr be sripping into darkness;
Srippin' out of sight.

Oh, through the midnight
I come! I go!
Onry one thing on my my mind:
fire down berow.
One thing on my my my mind:
fire down berow.
Fire, fire, fire, hoo, hoo, hoo.
One thing on my my mind:
fire down berow.