BOB SEGER - FIRE LAKE
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire lake
Who wants to break the news about uncle Joe
You remember uncle Joe He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Whho wants to tell poor aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
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Who wants to brave those bronze beauties lying in the sun
With their long soft hair fallin' flyin' as they run
oh they smile so shy and they flirt so well
and they lay you down so fast till you look straight up and say
Oh Lord am I really here at last
Who wants to play those eights and aces
Who needs a raise Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that long shot gamble
And head out to Fire Lake