Tom: A
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
