The Day the Pub Burned Down Pull up a stump and lend an ear, a story I'll relate About a shameful waste of beer, I will elucidate I'll tell of how calamity struck Wopa Kiwi town And caused a dreadful tragedy the day the pub burned down The boys were gathered in the bar upon that fateful day The Maori and the Pakeha from near and far away While listening to Manuka Jones, New Zealand's finest liar We heard a cry that chilled the bones, "The flamin' pub's afire" There'd been a drought for weeks and weeks, the wells and tanks were dry No water flowed along the creeks, we've got no town supply The blazing sun without relent turned all the green to brown Imagine our predicament the day the pub burned down Through smoke and flames we dragged the booze to safety through the door We thought of what we stood to lose and rushed back in for more Standby, the fire brigade is here; those men of high renown Oh fireman, fireman save the beer and let the pub burn down They bashed the tops of barrels is, while strong men knelt to pray They shoved their flippin' hoses in and shouted, "Pumps away" They fought with beer and lemonade to try and save the town We fought and cursed the fire brigade the day the pub burned down The moreporks haunt the old pub site in Wopa Kiwi town Where madmen roam the land by night and hunt the firemen down They curse the cash they cannot spend, their raging thirst to drown Dry horrors drove them 'round the bend, the day the pub burned down A sort of Kiwi Old Dun Cow DP oct97
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