Freelance Fireworks Hall Of Fame

      A
Bobby taught us by example
                                         E
Not to look down a Roman candle when you light it
E
He lost his right eye, but you know
                              A
He's a better-looking guy without it

         D
And that jumbo bottle rocket Don lit in his pocket
                                    A
Would've flew if it weren't for his belt loop
        E
We were listening to Elvis when it shattered his pelvis
                                                            A
But it was cool 'cause it blew right at the end of Don't Be Cruel


[Chorus]

     D                                 A
This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes
                       E                           A
What they lacked in discretion they made up in combustion
             D
The ones who lit the fuse and wound up
      A
Dead, injured or lame
       E
We saltute you
                                                               A
The fallen founding fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame


[Verse 2]

A
Remember when Jed filled his pickup truck bed
                                      E
Full of fireworks for a big time that night
E
One cigarette out his window
E
Made for one historical lightshow and to me
                A
A poetic way to die

        D
But the best has got to be
D
Bills ingenuity
                              A
With a man-sized rocket, duct tape and a lawn chair
        E
Well he did good I reckon
E
He flew a full eight seconds
                                 A
Without spilling one drop of his beer


[Chorus]

     D                                 A
This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes
             E
Risking mutilation
             A
All for detonation
                 D
They ignited the firestorm
               A
Now we fan the flame
      E
We salute you
                                                               D A
The fallen founding fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame