Fire At The Pageant
Holland's papa wouldn't stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma to do?
Mama's so mad cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin' on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma to do?
James: 12456789Thousand
Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
James: 12456789Thousand
Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
If he did drive into town
Everyone would stand around, and stare
Holland's daughter would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she clinched her hair
Holland's papa wouldn't stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord god what is Ma to do?
Mama's so mad cause she can't scare him off
Even if she's wrapped in a tablecloth
Oh Lord what is Ma to do?
James: 12456789Thousand
Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, Calm down
James: 12456789Thousand
Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Farley: would everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down