Fire Down Below
She was the parson's daughter
With her red and rosy cheeks
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
She went to church on Sunday
And sang the anthem sweet
(And there's fire down below)

The parson was a misery
So scraggy and so thin
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
Look here, you motherfuckers
If you lead a life of sin
Then there's fire down below

He took his text from Malachi
And pulled a weary face
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
Well, I fucked off for Africa
And there, I fell from grace
'Cause there's fire down below
The parson's little daughter
Was as sweet as sugar-candy
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
I said to her, "us sailors
Would make lovers neat and handy"
'Cause there's fire down below

She says to me, "you sailors
Are a bunch of fucking liars
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
And all of you are bound to hell
To feed the fucking fires"
'Cause there's fire down below"

Well, there's fire down below, my lad
So we must do what we oughta
(Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!)
'Cause the fire is not half as hot
As the parson's little daughter
And there's fire down below

Yes, there's fire (fire)
Down (down)
Below

Yes, there's fire (fire)
Down (down)
Below
Yes, there's fire (fire)
Down (down)
Below