Lyrics Fire at the Pageant - The Felice Brothers

Harlan'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

One two three for five six seven eight nine thousand
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

One two three for five six seven eight nine housand
Fire, Fire at the pageant
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
Harlan's girl would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she crimps her hair

Harlan'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 table cloth
Oh Lord what is Ma to do

One two three for five six seven eight nine thousand
Would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, Calm down

One two three for five six seven eight nine thousand
Fire, Fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

One two three for five six seven eight nine thousand
Fire, Fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911