Here is the song some of you were expecting in the “Fire in the hole!” thread. I have two versions.
GEs are burning things
And they make fiery rings
Bound by a trainmaster’s wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I fell down, down, down
And the exhaust flame went higher
It burns, burns, burns
That GE on fire, that GE on fire
A consist like this is sweet
Until fuel and exhaust gases meet
When I put the throttle in notch seven
That GE went to locomotive heaven
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I fell down, down, down
And the exhaust flame went higher
It burns, burns, burns
That GE on fire, that GE on fire
GEs are the burningest
And they make for a fiery consist
Bound by a trainmaster’s wild desire
I fell into a consist of fire
I fell into a burning locomotive of fire
I fell down, down, down
And the exhaust flame went higher
It burns, burns, burns
That GE on fire, that GE on fire
A consist like this is sweet
Until fuel and exhaust gases meet
When I put the throttle in notch seven
That GE went to locomotive heaven
I fell into a burning locomotive of fire
I fell down, down, down
And the exhaust flame went higher
It burns, burns, burns
That GE on fire, that GE on fire