It's a pleasure to burn  The flame warms my skin  Four hundred fifty one degrees  When book paper burns    Chorus    And it burns, and we burn  We're firemen   long ago I heard they put fires out  Now we blaze ideas for you    I grin a fierce grin  As flames turn me back  Kerosene is spit from this hose  The blood pounds in my head    Chorus    In my head, your books are dead  Thoughts in your head,  Books can't be read or you'll be dead   big brother said    Thoughts are dead    It's fine work that we do   being a fireman has it's rewards   Monday burn Melville  Wednesday-Wordsworth  Friday-Faulkner    Burn books to ash then burn the ash    Don't question what I do   Questions are just for fools  Houses have always been flame proof  Firemen don't put out flames everyone   knows   we've always burnt books     burn books to ash then burn the ash