Here comes The Rose, looking mighty fine
Here comes ol' Nancy, walking right in time
Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night
Here come the boys, faces hidden from the light

Walk through the shadows
Well, they come and they go
Only one thing on their mind:
Fire down below

Whoa, here come the rich man in his big, long limousine
Here come the poor man, all you got to have is green
Here come the banker, lawyer and the cop
One thing's for certain, it's never gonna stop

When it all gets too heavy
They come and they go. There they go
One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mind:
Fire down below

Whoa, there they go
One thing on their mi-mi-mi-mi-mind:
Fire down below

It happens out in Vegas, Moline
On the blue-blood streets of Boston
In Berkley, out in Queens
Went on yesterday, it's going on tonight
Somewhere there's somebody
Treatin' somebody right
I'm lookin' at The Rose
I'm lookin' mighty fine
I walk the streets
I'll find you any time
Where the street lights flicker
Bringing on the night
I'll be slipping into darkness;
Slippin' out of sight

Oh, through the midnight
I come! I go!
Only one thing on my my mind:
Fire down below
One thing on my my my mind:
Fire down below
Fire, fire, fire, hoo, hoo, hoo
One thing on my my mind:
Fire down below