I'm dreaming of some new bunkers
Just like the ones they have next door
With new boots all cozy, and smelling rosy
To wear outside in the snow
I'm dreaming of some new training
Instead of Nixon-era shows
When the men wore day boots, all those old coots
Who now have gone off to a home
I'm dreaming of some new pagers
That will go off when we're called
May your gear be cozy and dry
And may all your videos be nice.
“I am more than just a serious basketball fan. I am a life-long addict. I was addicted from birth, in fact, because I was born in Kentucky.”
― Hunter S. Thompson
I could while away the hours, climbin’ ladder towers,
Up high above the muck.
And my rig I'd be drivin' while our membership was thrivin’
If I only had a truck.
I'd respond to every single alarming ring-a-dingle,
However small or big
With the pumps you'd be pumpin' your FD would sure be somethin’
If you only had a rig.
Oh, I could tell you why we specced those roll-up doors.
I could spec up things I never specced before.
And then I'd sit, and spec some more.
I would stripe it all so golden, feeling so emboldened
By Uncle FEMA’s bucks.
I would sell that old Darley, life would be so very gnarly,
If I only had a truck.
“I am more than just a serious basketball fan. I am a life-long addict. I was addicted from birth, in fact, because I was born in Kentucky.”
― Hunter S. Thompson
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